The Christmas Baby
HE
C
HRISTMAS
B
ABY
Eve Gaddy
This book is in memory
of my mother-in-law, Peggy Gaddy, who gave me
love and understanding for more than thirty years,
and who shared her wonderful son with me.
I miss you, Peggy.
B
RIAN
K
INCAID
didn’t much like lawyers. Especially not the kind who’d track him down while he was with a beautiful brunette. And the kind who’d insist on meeting with him without telling him why
really
yanked his chain. But Brian knew lawyers. So he figured it would be easier to agree to see the guy than to try to put him off.
That didn’t mean he was happy about it. In fact, he was in a pretty poor mood by the time he arrived at the address the lawyer had given him. Obviously, he thought, eyeing the weathered building near downtown Dallas, this wasn’t one of the more successful attorneys. Unless he was just cheap.
“Thank you for coming,” Harry Riffkin said, showing Brian into a cramped office that had seen better days.
“You didn’t give me much choice. What’s all the mystery about?” He refused the offered chair, hoping the man got the point that he was in a hurry. He had a lunch date with a blonde he’d met the night he flew back from China, three days ago.
“Sorry about that, but this kind of news is best given in person.” Instead of telling him, though, the lawyer sat, steepled his fingers and looked pensive. Annoyed, Brian decided to take a seat after all. “Do you recall a woman named Adrianna Shipley?”
Brian shook his head. He remembered faces. He didn’t do as well with names. “I need a little more information.”
“She was a flight attendant for American Airlines. That’s where you met. You had a relationship with her nineteen months ago.”
Nineteen months ago? He counted back. “Yeah, I remember her. Blond, short.” And built. Really built. “Talked a lot.” He now remembered she’d been amazing in bed, too. But he couldn’t recall much else about her. “I wouldn’t exactly classify what we had as a relationship. We saw each other only a few times.” It had been fun while it lasted but neither of them had wanted anything serious. The women he dated rarely did and that was just the way he liked it.
“You saw her enough times to father her son,” the lawyer said drily.
His stomach sank. Then anger kicked in. “So that’s what this is about. A paternity scam. How gullible do I look to you?”
“Ms. Shipley has named you as her ten-month-old son’s father. Are you denying paternity?”
“Hell, yes.” Brian stood and paced the small room. “I know damn well we used protection. She’s lying. The question is, why’d she wait so long? Did her alternate plan fall through?”
“Are you telling me it’s impossible that you’re the father of her child?”
He started to say just that but hesitated. “I’m saying it’s unlikely. Does she want money, is that it?”
Riffkin shook his head. “No, not money.” He paused. “Adrianna Shipley is dead. She died in a car accident five days ago. According to her will, you’re her son’s only living relative.” He leaned his forearms on the desk and pinned Brian with a surprisingly stern look. “What she wanted, Mr. Kincaid, was for you to take responsibility for your son. Your now motherless son.”
Brian had a bad feeling. A very bad feeling. Condoms weren’t foolproof. And he’d definitely had sex with Adrianna. But…footloose Brian Kincaid, world traveler, a father? Stunned, he sank back into the chair.
“I know it’s a shock, but there’s a simple way to prove—or disprove—Ms. Shipley’s claim. Anticipating you would want proof, I contacted a DNA lab. They already have a sample from the child. I was told we can have the results by day after tomorrow if you go down there today.”
Brian’s head was spinning.
Hello, Daddy
. No, he couldn’t be a father. Could he? “All right. I’ll take the test.” What choice did he have? “Where’s the kid now?”
“He’s with a friend of his mother’s, Kara Long. I have a letter that was to be given to you in the event of Ms. Shipley’s death.” He picked up a sealed envelope and handed it to Brian. “She also left one for Mrs. Long, detailing her wishes regarding her son. I’m sure she’ll be happy to share it with you in the event your paternity is proved.”
Brian took the envelope and stared at it a moment, then ripped it open.
Brian,
It’s true. All you have to do is look at him to know he’s yours. Take good care of him and tell him his mother loved him.
Adrianna
He turned it over but that was it. Three lines? Three lousy lines to drop this bombshell? “That’s it? That’s all she left for me?”
“It’s all I was given. There may be more information, records and such, among her belongings. It’s not unusual that she left little with me. Most people don’t expect to die at her age.”
“She thought about it enough to leave me a letter. And to contact a lawyer.”
Riffkin spread his hands. “A precaution, merely, to protect her child.”
“She should have told me.”
“I agree. However, she didn’t. And you’re a hard man to get a hold of, Mr. Kincaid. It’s taken me a few days to track you down.”
“I’ve been working overseas.”
“Yes, it’s fortunate you came back to the States when you did.”
Fortunate for who? Brian wondered.
Riffkin tapped his fingers on the desk. “Uh, I get the impression Mrs. Long would like to get this matter taken care of as soon as possible.”
“That makes two of us,” Brian said, standing. “Where’s this DNA lab?”
Riffkin handed him a piece of paper with two addresses on it. “The top one is the lab. The one below it is Mrs. Long’s address, in case you’d like to see the child. She lives in the same apartment complex Ms. Shipley lived in.”
Brian didn’t answer, just took the paper and left. Seeing the child would make this…experience…even more surreal than it already was. On the other hand, he wouldn’t get the results for two days. If the baby looked nothing like him he might sleep easier. One way to find out.
B
RIAN HEARD CHILDREN
shrieking, a woman hollering and a TV blaring in the background. None of that freaked him out. His brother Mark’s house always sounded like a riot was going on in it. His brother Jay’s place wasn’t much better. Each of them had three kids of varying ages and kids were not quiet. That was only one of the reasons he was glad he didn’t have any. He liked peace and quiet.
Yeah, and what are you gonna do if this kid is yours? If you’re a dad?
He shook his head to clear the thought and knocked.
He had to pound on the door three times before it was answered. “Well, well.” A clearly exhausted woman leaned against the doorjamb and looked him up and down. “You must be Brian Kincaid.”
“That’s right. How did you know?”
“The lawyer gave me a heads-up. And you fit Adrianna’s description. Tall, dark and too damn good-looking to be for real.”
He smiled at that. He was beginning to remember more about Adrianna. She’d had a smart mouth. “Thanks.”
“She didn’t mean it as a compliment.” Leaving the door open, Mrs. Long turned away. “I’ll get his things.”
“Wait a minute. I don’t even know if he’s my kid. I just came to—”
She interrupted him. “Are you going to take him or not? I need to know because if you aren’t, I’m calling Child Protective Services today. I have four kids of my own under the age of six and a husband who thinks helping with child care means taking out the trash.”
“You can’t seriously expect me to take a kid I don’t even know for sure is mine.”
“You or CPS,” she said adamantly. “Look, I didn’t even know Adrianna that well. When I said I’d do this, I never expected her to die and I sure as hell didn’t sign up to be her baby’s permanent guardian.”
Foster care. That’s where he and Jay would have ended up if Mark hadn’t taken them in when their mother had dumped them. No son of his—if this
was
his son—was spending any time in foster care.
“I’ll take him,” Brian said.
S
HE
’
D NAMED HIM
W
ILLIAM
but had called him Will. The birth certificate said Brian Kincaid was the father. But Adrianna hadn’t made a single attempt to let him know he was a dad. Not once. After they’d been together that handful of times, she hadn’t called him again. But then, what she knew about Brian probably didn’t make her think of him as prime father material. His job as a computer specialist—a troubleshooter for computer security systems for large companies—took him all over the world. Not to mention he was always sure to make it clear that he was not into serious relationships. Never had been, never would be.
But now he had to figure out how to take care of a ten-month-old for at least two days. Once she’d been assured he would take Will, Kara Long had been helpful. Sort of. When pressed, she’d shown him how to change a diaper and told him how and what to feed the baby. She said Adrianna would have everything he needed at her place. Then she gave him a key to Adrianna’s apartment and told him to make himself at home. Brian had to make two trips from Kara’s to Adrianna’s, struggling with a car seat and more crap than he had ever hauled around for any of his trips, before he could come back for the kid. Finally, he went back for the baby and fought down a feeling of panic when Kara handed Will to him.
“Don’t worry. One is nothing. Try dealing with two-year-old twins and a four- and five-year-old.” Then she shut the door in his face.
Will promptly started to cry.
Oh, shit
, Brian thought.
What am I supposed to do now?
H
ALF AN HOUR LATER
, Will was still screaming. It then dawned on Brian that the boy might be hungry so he took him into the kitchen and put him in his high chair, which seemed to please him since he quieted down. Brian searched the cupboards and found some baby cereal as well as some formula and jars of other food. He made up some cereal and picked out a jar of carrots, found a spoon—a small one he assumed was for the baby—and sat down.
“We’re cooking with gas now,” he told Will and dipped the spoon into the jar.
Will blinked big, wet green eyes at him and stuck his fingers in his mouth. Brian offered him the carrots but he wouldn’t remove his fingers. He tried the cereal and that was marginally better—Will finally did pull his fingers out of his mouth, though when he did, he stuck them in the cereal bowl and flung globs of the stuff around. Eventually, Brian got him to eat some, but by the time he’d gotten halfway through the jar, Will, Brian and part of the kitchen were all wearing orange and gray. Giving up on the vegetables, Brian found some kind of sausages in a jar. Maybe the kid wanted meat, he thought.
He didn’t eat it, but he seemed to enjoy smashing it into the high-chair tray and then threw it on the floor. Brian understood now why you bathed a kid after dinner and not before. After a good half hour of watching Will launch food everywhere, Brian decided he must not be hungry. Kara had said to give him a bottle before bedtime, so he figured if he did that, the kid wouldn’t starve.
Not knowing anything about it, Brian didn’t feel comfortable bathing the baby. He decided he’d do research before he tried that. Surely he could find some information on the Internet. Four hours later Brian crept out of Will’s room, praying he wouldn’t wake. He’d managed to wipe him off and get him more or less clean and change him into his pajamas. The kid had sobbed his heart out and screamed for his mama until he’d finally fallen asleep from pure exhaustion. Brian wasn’t sure what he’d do if the baby woke again.
But for now the kid was asleep and he needed to take advantage of that. He found Adrianna’s laptop and booted it up. People took care of babies every day. It couldn’t be that hard, could it? Especially if he could read up on it. He typed in “how to take care of a ten-month-old baby” and started reading. An hour later his head was spinning. Too much information and in no particular order, he thought. Maybe Adrianna had some books that would help him out. He went to her bedroom and found
What To Expect: The First Year
, took it with him to the den and got comfortable. He realized after only a few pages that the book was exactly what he needed.
Finally, when he couldn’t take in any more information, he went back to Adrianna’s room and climbed into her bed. He felt kind of weird about that but decided it was stupid to let a perfectly good bed go to waste. Besides, her couch was so short he couldn’t stretch out on it. Hours later, he woke from a deep sleep and wondered where he was. Not in his apartment, that was for sure.
Then he heard it. “Mama, Mama,” Will sobbed. It all came back to him in a rush. He had a son. Maybe. But it didn’t matter whose kid he was, Brian had to go to the child. He couldn’t let him cry alone, although he suspected nothing he did would satisfy the little boy. He wanted his mama and his mama wasn’t coming back. Ever.
Brian knew what that felt like. Exactly. Only he’d been eleven when his mother had walked out of his life. And while his own tears had been mostly silent, he could empathize with the pain behind Will’s heartbroken sobs. He wondered if Will would learn, as he had, that it was far better not to love than to risk having someone you love and depend on leave you. And in doing so, trample your heart into tiny pieces.
Brian trudged into the baby’s room and picked him up. He tried to cuddle him but the kid wasn’t having any of it. His arms and legs went rigid and he screamed “Mama” at the top of his lungs.
