Father in the Making
It wasn't Blaine O'Connor's fault he'd never learned how to be a full-time father. But now that his son has nobody else, he intends to do his best. Trouble is, that means taking "helpful advice" from a breathtakingly beautiful woman who thinks he has no business raising a child….Blaine O'Connor isn't going to be Father of the Year. Yet Bridgette Rafanelli feels she owes it to her godchild to give his wayward dad some badly needed lessons in child raising. But as it turns out, this much-too-charming man is the one teaching her a thing or two–about love!
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Blaine OâConnor on Fatherhoodâ¦
Dear Mickey,
I guess you could say I became your father twiceâonce when you were born, and once when you turned ten and your mother died. Those first ten years, I was more your friend than your dad. I got to see you so rarely that I wanted to make the very most of those precious times we shared. I didnât want to mar those visits by telling you when to go to bed or to pick up your clothes. I just wanted to enjoy you and make you happy.
But suddenly you were mine, and I was your dad twenty-four hours a day. It became my responsibility to see to it that you grew up to be a fine young man. I donât mind telling you that I really had my doubts about handling the job so well.
It didnât help when your godmother came butting in, doing everything right, making me feel even more lost in this vast wonderland called fatherhood. But donât worry, MickeyâIâll figure this whole thing out. No bossy lady is going to tell me how to raise my kid. Who needs her, anyway?
From now on, itâll be just us guys. Wonât that be great?
Love,
Dad
MARIE FERRARELLA
This USA TODAY bestselling and RITA>® Award-winning author has written more than 150 novels for Silhouette Books, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her Web site at www.marieferrarella.com.
To Adrienne Macintosh and
brand-new relationships.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter One
He had no idea how to be a father. The very thought brought a nervous ripple to his digestive tract, though his smile remained fixed for Mickeyâs benefit.
He knew all about being a friend. Over the years, he had pretty well perfected the part and derived a great deal of pleasure from it. As had Mickey. Mickey was all that mattered. He always had been.
But he hadnât a clue how to be a father. Though his son was now ten years old, until this week Blaine OâConnor had never had to don the sober, heavy robes of fatherhood.
They were thrust on him without ceremony, without a whisper of a warning. They were pushed upon him as suddenly as they had been pulled out of his hands eleven years ago.
Then he hadnât even been able to try them on for size. Heâd found out sheerly by accident after the divorce papers had been filed that Diane was pregnant. Once he knew, Blaine had wanted to give the floundering marriage another try for the sake of the unborn child they had created. But Diane had refused to listen.
It gave her, he thought, a special sense of satisfaction to deny him that reconciliation. Almost as much satisfaction as when she refused to let him be present at his sonâs birth. Heâd been robbed of the joy of seeing his only child come into the world.
All because Diane had had no idea what the word trust meant.
Angry, hurt, Diane had attempted to completely force him out of Mickeyâs world. Blaine hadnât been allowed to make any decisions affecting the boy. And so, heâd had no training as a father, not even a dress rehearsal.
Blaine stepped out of a moving manâs way. The small-built, deceptively strong man lifted his end of the bed frame with its heavy oak headboard and carried it into the house with his partner. The house, with furniture coming and going, looked as if it had been hit by a hurricane.
Just like his life, Blaine thought.
It could have been a great deal worse. He looked toward his son sitting at the kitchen table. There couldnât have been a more sweet-tempered boy on the face of Godâs earth, Blaine thought. Mickey was methodically working his way around the peanut butter-and-jam sandwich his grandfather JackâBlaineâs father-in-lawâhad made for him. He was biting off the crust before getting down to the heart of it.
Blaine crossed his arms before his chest as he watched Mickey. He could feel his heart swelling. His son. His. Maybe this wouldnât be so bad after all.
Not that he had ever entertained negative thoughts about fatherhood. Just insecure ones. But Mickey was a good kid.
How hard could it be? he mused. After all, heâd been a boy himself once.
Blaineâs mouth curved. According to his mother, sister and any neighbor within a five-mile radius of his old home, heâd been a hellion for the first fourteen years of his life. Even later, as he matured, heâd gotten away with a great deal because of his looks.
Not that he had been bad, either, Blaine thought, justâ¦lively.
Blaine grinned to himself.
The bottom line was that he had been nothing at all like Mickey.
Who was he kidding? Blaine thought as he crossed to the counter and poured a cup of coffee. Smiling at Mickey, he seated himself at the table opposite his son. He didnât know the first thing about being a father. He didnât understand Mickeyâs needs or anything that was required in raising a sensitive little boy.
Those issues had been left in Dianeâs hands. By Dianeâs mandate. Heâd bristled at the idea to begin with, but later heâd been relieved. The idea of disciplining, of ever having to say no to Mickey, made Blaine think of being the heavy. He was much better suited to the role of being the friend.
