I’m Keeping You
The sequel to the US bestselling NA romance, I Found You.The sun was warm on my hair and face. The river looked cool and inviting. I felt superhuman. I was the best mom in the world…I’ve faced many demons in my life, but my bipolar brain is the enemy inside me. Even my fairytale knight in shining armour, my husband, Jason, cannot always be there to save me from myself – and since the day I walked into a river with our precious baby son, Saint, our relationship has changed, no matter what he tells me.Now we risk losing our innocent boy again, but this time to his biological father, my sleazy ex, Declan. So I'm going to New York to fight for my family, but I'm scared because I have to fight myself too. I ran away from my life in New York it feels like going back could ruin everything but if I don't go we might lose Saint. I can't lose Saint…or Jason…
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Thank you to my wonderful editor, Charlotte Ledger, who has worked with me for the last two years, for believing in my work, seeing the potential in Jason and putting a romance book out about a good guy, which turned into the Starting Out series full of good guys. Thank you, Charlotte, for giving me the freedom to write the stories I want to tell and helping me to make them stronger.
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Table of Contents
Rachel
I drifted from sleep to dreams to being half awake. The things Jason and I had talked about at the party the other night were stopping me from sleeping, plus the conversation we’d had with our solicitor.
Thoughts swept through my head, about my ex, Declan, and New York and meeting the guy I’d been meant to find—Jason.
I rolled on to my back. My forearm lifted to my forehead as an image of Saint came into my mind. I slid back into sleep.
I picked him up out of his buggy. My beautiful son.
We were standing on a bridge, looking at the river in the park. I showed him the clear water as we leaned over the railing. “Look, you can see the fish.” I could see them. The water wasn’t like the Hudson. It was a narrow, shallow river. I could see right to the bottom. The weeds waved, making patterns in the flow of the current as the water headed on out to join a bigger river and make its way to the coast.
The heat of the sun warmed the skin on my face and my arms. I felt superhuman, like I had a super-power. I was the best mom in the world. I was high, full of energy and charged up. Ideas fizzed around in my head. We were going to go back and paint, and bake.
A play-dough recipe—I should Google a play-dough recipe.
“Maybe I should ask Grampy to build you a sandpit. You need a sandpit, don’t you, Saint…” I looked down at the fish. Their tails swished at the water as they swam against the current.
“And you need a fishing rod, to go fishing, and a little net. But I guess a net first. Maybe we should go get a net now, so we can catch a fish.”
I lifted Saint up high, holding him above my head, above the railing. Not Lion-King style but so he looked down at me as I looked up at him. The sun shone behind him, giving my little Saint a halo. He made his three-month-old gurgling sound.
I felt like Mufasa, though, or perhaps more like Sarabi; like I was the
