P.S. You're a Daddy!
Deanna’s unexpectedly facing life as a single mum. A surrogate for her best friend until she tragically died, Deanna’s also just discovered the baby has the wrong father and she’s faced with telling a stranger that he’s a daddy…Dr Beau Alexander’s about to get some news from a very beautiful visitor that will shake his world for ever!
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Dear Reader
A few years ago I met an amazing woman—Nona—who travelled by horse through the mountain regions of the eastern United States. What fascinated me about her was not so much that she spent day after day on the trail, in the woods, in the mountains, and in areas so isolated the world had forgotten them—I was fascinated by the fact that she was a doctor who packed her medicine into her saddle bags and took it to the people who lived in those areas. People who wouldn’t have it otherwise.
At the time I guess I didn’t even know such areas existed in the United States, much less that the people from those places didn’t have access to the same things I had. But Nona was diligent in what she referred to as her ‘calling’, and she took her skills and knowledge to people who didn’t take for granted the conveniences of life most of us are accustomed to having.
I like writing about people who, like Nona, have a similar calling. People who don’t practise ‘convenient’ medicine. That’s why you see this recurring theme in so many of my books. There are dedicated, quiet people in this world who serve without accolade. I’ve met them in my travels, been befriended by them, seen them work under conditions I can’t even begin to describe. They do have a calling—a higher calling, I believe. And it’s because of them I bring you the story of Deanna and Beau, who wrestle with the life they had in New York, and the one they’ll face together in a community one hundred miles from nowhere.
As always, wishing you health and happiness
Dianne
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Recent titles by Dianne Drake:
REVEALING THE REAL DR ROBINSON
NO. 1 DAD IN TEXAS
THE RUNAWAY NURSE
FIREFIGHTER WITH A FROZEN HEART
THE DOCTOR’S REASON TO STAY**
FROM BROODING BOSS TO ADORING DAD
THE BABY WHO STOLE THE DOCTOR’S HEART*
CHRISTMAS MIRACLE: A FAMILY*
**New York Hospital Heartthrobs
*Mountain Village Hospital
These books are also available in eBook format from www.millsandboon.co.uk
To Doc Nona, with all my admiration.
CHAPTER ONE
ONE SIGH SAID it all, and for Deanna Lambert that sigh filled an entire story—past, present and future. She stared at her face in the mirror for a full minute, unsure what the face staring back was telling her. Do it? Don’t do it? Keep your fingers crossed and hope for the best?
“You’re no help,” she groused at her image, then pulled up her red tank top and finally assembled the courage to look at her belly yet again. She brushed away another tear. Ups and downs now. That’s what her life was about, ups and downs. “I wish I knew what to do. Wish somebody would just say, Deanna, do this.” But situations like hers didn’t come with a set of instructions. Only regret. More regret than she knew what to do with. And pain. Dear God, the pain nearly crippled her.
Assessing her belly, Deanna’s new daily routine, she splayed her fingers over the warm flesh, willing herself to feel the child just beneath her fingertips. It was silly of her, of course, but this baby was her only connection to Emily, and she wanted desperately to hold onto that connection, feel that connection the way she used to. Count on it.
She couldn’t, though. Not any more. But this baby … it was different. A hope she wasn’t ready to accept. Permission to move on. A blessing ready to be claimed.
Another tear trickled down her cheek and she swatted at it with the back of her hand.
“Part of me wants to go and find him. He’s your daddy.” At least, biologically he was. “And maybe he would want to know about you.” But the truth was, men who made sperm donations didn’t want to know. It was an anonymous gesture, often for the money and sometimes out of generosity. Or ego. So which was it for Braxton Alexander? she wondered. The unbearable weight of not knowing was dragging her down. The unbearable weight of carrying her cousin’s baby—a baby who would never see his or her mother—was dragging her down ever deeper.
“Resolve it immediately,” Dr. Brewster, her obstetrician, had warned her. “Your blood pressure is borderline high, you’re not getting enough sleep, you’ve lost three pounds. Regardless of whose baby you’re carrying, you’re that baby’s lifeline. You’ve got to take better care of yourself. So figure out what you need to do, and do it.”
Kindly old doctor. And he was right. She had to figure out what to do, and do it. “But darn,” she murmured, as she backed away from the mirror and pulled down her top, “why couldn’t somebody just tell me what it is I should do?”
She was in this alone. Carrying a mistaken baby—her cousin’s child who, beyond a shadow of a doubt, was not the progeny of her cousin’s husband. However a mistake like that could be made in this age of technological wizardry. Oops, wrong sperm, Mrs. Braxton. We’re terribly sorry.
A mistake that had cost Emily her life, as it had turned out.
“It would have been good,” she said to the baby. “Even if Alex didn’t want you after he found out, Emily would have been the best mother anyone could have because she wanted you so badly.” Even after three miscarriages and a stillbirth Emily had never lost hope. “And I would have helped you raise her.” Deanna ran her hand over her red tank top to smooth the wrinkles but more to acknowledge the love she felt every time she touched her belly.
