The Nurse's Newborn Gift
Brought together by a baby…Nurse Krissy Peniglatt promised her best friend she’d have his baby through IVF if he didn’t make it home from the front line. When the time comes to make good on her promise, she’s confident she can handle being a single mum. If only Spencer Penn, the baby’s godfather, agreed!There’s always been tension between them, yet the warm-hearted woman Krissy has become takes Spencer’s breath away. But can he convince Krissy he wants to be a real daddy for her newborn baby?Nurses to BridesThe Peniglatt sisters find their happily-ever-afters when wedding bells ring!
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Contents
KRISSY PENIGLATT REMEMBERED the middle-of-the-night telephone conversation like itâd taken place yesterday as opposed to two years ago. Her best friend in the whole world, Jarrod, had called two days before he was scheduled to deploy for his first tour of duty overseas in the Middle East. A courageous U.S. Army soldier, prepared to give his life for his country, his nineteen-year-old self struggling a bit with the finality of the deed should he be unlucky enough to perish in battle.
âPromise me, if I manage to get myself killed, youâll do it.â
Heâd been there for her after her father had left when she was ten years old and after her motherâs attack and subsequent severe traumatic brain injury shortly after sheâd turned fourteen. Heâd comforted her and consoled her and cheered her up time and time again, year after year, asking for and expecting nothing in return.
Of course, Krissy would do anything he asked of her, anything to put his mind at ease, to keep him focused on staying alive rather than what would happen if he...didnât. But, âYouâre not going to get yourself killed,â sheâd told him. The response had been automatic. Sheâd refused to even consider the possibility of a life without Jarrod in it. Theyâd been inseparable for over a decade. Sure, her leaving for college and him enlisting in the army right out of high school would change things between them. To be expected. But it was only supposed to be temporary. A few years apart, then theyâd be ready to start their adult lives, together.
Well, not together, together, but inseparable once again, maybe living in the same apartment building, or in the same town at the very least.
âMy mom canât stop crying,â Jarrod had said. âMy dad can barely look at me without tearing up.â
They were such a kind and caring couple. An only child, Jarrodâs parentsâ lives revolved around him. No parents loved their son more than Jarrodâs parents loved him. Lucky for Krissy that love had extended to Jarrodâs best friends as well. On some level, sheâd actually felt closer to his parents than to her own. She owed them so much.
âI need to know,â heâd said, uncharacteristically emotional, âif my life is cut short, that some part of me lives on, that my parents have a grandchild to love and spoil. Because losing me...â
He didnât need to finish. Losing him would be devastating, to his parents and to her.
The anguish in his voice had made her willing to say anything, to do anything to make it go away, to bring back the kind, happy, always joking boy sheâd loved like a brother. So even though sheâd never expected to ever have to follow through, sheâd agreed.
âOkay. Iâll do it, but only if you manage to get yourself killed, which you arenât going to do, so this conversation is a total waste of time.â
* * *
A short two years later, twenty-one-year-old Krissy stood all alone, her body feeling weighted down by hundred pound blocks of ice, the chill in her bones in direct contrast to the beautiful, bright sunshiny spring day, as she stared at the casket that held the remains of her best friend in the whole world. The service long over, only a few mourners remained, mulling around over by their cars. But Krissy couldnât bring herself to leave, knowing once she did, the workmen standing off in the distance would lower Jarrodâs body into the cold, dark ground, and sheâd never again be as close to him as she now stood.
Her heart ached, literally hurt, every time she thought about never seeing him again, never being on the receiving end of one of his powerful hugs, never hearing his annoying snort-laugh that always got her snort-laughing too.
