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BOOK: Living With Lies Trilogy (Books 1, 2, and 3 of The Dancing Moon Ranch Series)
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Before Grace could protest, another pain hit hard.

And Jack walked into the room. "Is she in labor?" he asked the doctor.

"He's not my... " Grace was about to say
husband
, but the contraction grew in intensity and her words were cut off, replaced by a sharp groan accompanied by a grimace of pain. She started breathing in... and out... In... and out... In... and out...

Jack reached out and took her hand, and said, "Squeeze until the contraction passes." He looked at the doctor. "She's not going to deliver now is she?"

"We'll do our best to stop things," the doctor said. "The kind of contractions your wife is having are causing her cervix to open earlier than normal, which can result in a premature baby."

Grace waved her hand to tell the doctor she wasn't Jack's wife, but catching the glint of diamonds in her wedding rings, she decided it was pointless to go into a diatribe about artificial insemination and mislabeled vials and embarrass the doctor.

Jack's no different than the nurse or the doctor
, she told herself, as she clutched Jack's hand while breathing in and out as the pain continued to hold.
Strangers have been delivering babies for centuries, cab drivers, policemen, firemen.

Except this stranger was the father of her son, and his child could be minutes away from making his entry into the world.

"Her membranes are intact," the doctor said. "With rehydration there's a good chance the labor can be stopped, but she'll need complete bed rest, and she'll have to keep her legs elevated."

"What are you going to do to stop it?" Jack asked, clearly concerned, which Grace found odd because Jack was a single man, yet he seemed uncommonly attached to his unborn son when most men in his situation would be running the other way.

"We'll start her on an I-V of magnesium sulfate," the doctor replied. "In many cases, rehydrating and keeping the mother on her side is enough to stop premature labor. She'll be here for a few hours. The longer the baby's in the womb, the less chance for the child to have brain and other neurological complications, as well as breathing problems. Your wife should stay on bed rest until the pregnancy progresses some... at least a couple of weeks."

"I can't just stay in bed—" Grace let out a long groan as another contraction started.

"Squeeze as hard as you want," Jack said.

As Grace gripped his hand, she looked up at Jack, whose face showed apprehension and compassion, and as bizarre as it was, now she wanted him to stay. The thought that
somebody
, other than herself, actually cared about the baby she was carrying had tears misting her eyes. Jack put his other hand on her forehead and held it there, and she gave him a wavering smile.

As the contraction began to subside, the doctor, who'd been waiting for it to pass, said to Jack, "You ever help deliver a baby before?"

Jack took so long to reply, Grace looked up at him, and when she did she saw a look so intense, and distant, she wondered again if he'd faced some heartbreak, maybe been present when his brother's child was delivered and they learned things weren't right.

"No," Jack finally answered the doctor.

"Well, watching movies in childbirth class is one thing. Seeing your son come into the world and being the hands that cradle him when he leaves his mother's body will be an experience you'll never forget. That's what's so good about the Bradley Method. The fathers are a part of the entire process, including the delivery."

The doctor began palpating Grace's belly. "You two have a big boy on the way," he said. "If I hadn't seen the size of you," he addressed Jack, "I'd be concerned about diabetes, but your son's fine. Has a strong heartbeat. He'll be a ten pounder if he goes to term."

"Can she deliver a baby that size without a caesarian?" Jack asked.

"She'll have an episiotomy," the doctor said.

"I'm not having an episiotomy," Grace snapped.

"A clean cut's better than a tear," the doctor argued.

"I'm having my baby at home with a midwife."

"Who talked you into that?" the doctor asked. "You?" he said to Jack.

"Not me. I'm against it," Jack replied.

"You have no say in this," Grace called out.

"They get testy about this time," the doctor chided. "But since she intends to have the baby at home, if he decides to come in the next few days and the midwife's not there you'd better learn how to manage her perineum when the crown emerges or she'll tear so I'd better give you a little tutorial before that happens."

"No wait!"
Grace yelped. "Ohhh... umm... " she moaned, as another contraction began. She started breathing rapidly in...  and out... In... and out.... In... and out...

The nurse pried Grace's hand from Jack's and motioned for Jack to join the doctor.

 

CHAPTER 2

 

Grace was relieved when Jack left the room.

"He'll probably be okay during the delivery," the doctor said. "Men aren't cut from the same tough fabric as women. They get squeamish. But childbirth classes will help."

Grace was tempted to explain the situation but it seemed pointless now, so she said nothing.

After the doctor finished his examination, and Grace was laying on her side with a pillow behind her back and an I-V in her arm with the drip bag overhead, the nurse turned down the light and said, "You might as well take a nap, honey. This will take a few hours."

"Where is...?" Where is who? Jack wasn't her husband or her boyfriend. He was a man she'd only just met who was the father of her child through accidental sperm donation. That wasn't easy to explain.

"Your husband's in the maternity ward in the birthing center watching a film on natural childbirth," the nurse said, eliminating an awkward explanation. "The doctor suggested he watch it. He must be new to childbirth classes."

"He's only... just become interested," Grace said.

"Well, maybe all he needed was a little drama. You rest now. He'll be in later."

Grace tried not to think about all the ramifications of the sperm mix-up—telling Marc's parents that they'd never have a grandchild by Marc, and telling her parents, who'd been against the idea from the start, that the father of their grandchild was a cowboy she knew nothing about, and telling her sister, Justine, that the man who'd fathered her unborn nephew was off-limits to her because... She couldn't internalize why Jack was off limits to Justine, other than Justine always turned the head of any guy Grace ever attracted. 

Several hours later, Grace stirred. She remembered being unhooked from the I-V a while back, but the nurse told her to rest, so she went back to sleep. Hearing the rustle of paper, she opened her eyes and saw Jack sitting on a chair, reading the newspaper.

"You're still here," she said. "Have you been here the whole time?"

Jack nodded. "I talked to the doctor and he said you could leave. He's already signed the release so we can check out whenever you're ready."

"I'm ready now," Grace said. "While I dress, maybe you could get me a wheel chair." She moved to a sitting position and dropped her legs over the side.

Jack stood looking at her stomach. After a moment, he said, "Can I listen to his heart?"

Grace was so shocked to hear him ask, she simply nodded.

Jack put his ear to her belly and listened through the fabric of her gown, and said, "I hear it. Ka thump. Ka thump." When Jack looked at her, a slight sheen brightened his eyes, which caught her by surprise. To look at the man, she could imagine riding a bull or wrestling a steer to the ground and branding him, or shouting orders to a bunch of ornery cowboys, but having an attachment to his unborn son didn't fit his outward appearance.

As they drove away from the hospital, Jack said, "I'm glad I got to be in on what happened today since I missed the first seven months of my son's development."

Grace batted her eyes to stem the tears of humiliation over the whole ordeal. While Jack held her hand during the contractions it seemed okay for him to be there, but thinking back, she was mortified. "You should not have come into the examination room," she said. "You're not my husband and it was embarrassing having you there." Although she couldn't deny it helped her get through the worst of the contractions when he held her hand and looked down at her in a way that told her he understood, and it mattered to him what happened.

"I'm not new to this," Jack said. "I grew up on a ranch watching everything from mares to goats delivering their young. I turned and pulled my first calf when I was thirteen. Being with you during delivery won't be anything new."

Grace snapped out of her little maudlin moment because she knew for a fact that Jack would not be with her when she gave birth. She was about to inform him, in no uncertain terms, when he said, "I hope you plan to breastfeed, especially first milk and at least the first six months. Nine months would be better."

Grace looked at the man in irritation. He was moving into her life way too fast. "I'll be the one making the decisions, whether it's breastfeeding or—"

"Circumcision," Jack stated, as if it had just occurred to him. "It needs to be done early on so you'll need to let the doctor know in advance before we get to the hospital."

"I told you before I'm not having my baby in a hospital. I'm having him at home."

"Who put that idiotic idea in your head?" Jack asked.

"It's not idiotic," Grace replied. "Recovery's faster because there's no episiotomy, and no headaches or backaches from epidurals, and the baby won't be exposed to drugs. As for circumcision, there are conflicting views. I think the baby should be able to decide for himself when he's a man."

"He'll want it. It's unnecessary skin that causes problems. Which exit?" Jack said, eclipsing the tirade Grace was about to deliver about making all the decisions in regards to her baby, including circumcision, and giving birth at home, and the fact that Jack would not be taking her to the hospital, or anywhere else, after today.

"I don't know where you live," Jack said. "Which exit do I take?"

"The next one," Grace replied then wondered if it was wise for Jack to know where she lived. She could find the man on her doorstep. Permanently.

Jack eased into the middle lane of the freeway then moved at a slower clip as snow continued to build. "The doctor said you need bed rest," he said. "Can your sister stay with you?"

"No, she's got a high-powered job in Seattle," Grace replied.

"Your parents?"

"They're in Seattle too, but they're... busy."

"Aunts, uncles?"

"No one's here."

"Where are all the people who are supposed to be with you when you give birth?"

"I'll have the midwife and the others will come after the baby's born," Grace said. "I don't want them around before because they drive me a little crazy."

Jack said nothing, but Grace could see his jaws bunching, and his brows gathered, and his eyes narrowed in thought. When they finally reached her house, instead of getting out, Jack reached into the inside pocket of his parka, pulled out a checkbook and a pen, scrawled out a check and handed it to her.

Grace looked at a check written out for five-hundred-dollars. "What's this?"

"Child support," Jack said. "Consider it my first notice of intent to claim paternity."

Grace stared at the check. If she took it, she'd be acknowledging Jack as her son's father, and everything that entailed, which meant scheduled visitation, and Jack taking her son on weekends to cattle roundups or rodeos, or wherever Jack went when he had time off.

When she made no move to accept the check, or give it back, Jack looked at her, and said, "Like it or not, you're stuck with me. You're carrying my son and I'm here for the duration."

Grace glared at the man. "I will not be bought like they tried to do at the fertility clinic," she said, "but I will be talking to an attorney." She slapped the check on the dashboard.

***

While waiting for Sam to pick him up, Jack sat on the couch in Grace's two bedroom house, watching as she puttered around. Periodically, she stopped and took a deep breath, and her hands went to her stomach, and he knew she was still having contractions. He'd get joint custody of his son, whatever it took, but unless Grace got complete bed rest he'd have no son, and he couldn't go through that again. He also knew the child Grace was carrying had a better than eighty-five percent chance of being a genetic match for Ricky. That alone was reason enough to make sure Grace got the bed rest she needed to bring the pregnancy to term.

Which brought up another subject, approaching her about giving birth at the hospital in New Jersey where they could harvest the cord blood. But since he had no legal claim, he'd lay the groundwork for when he did, but they'd take it one step at a time.

Knowing she was miffed about his attempt to square away his paternal rights with a check, he said, "Look, I'll let the paternity issue go for a while, but you need bed rest and you have no one here to look after you, but you could come to my place. My mother lives there, and my brother and sister-in-law have a house on the ranch, and the lodge housekeeper can look after you so you can stay quiet."

"Housekeeper?" Grace paused on her way from the kitchen to the hallway, with an armload of dirty dish towels he assumed were intended for the stacked washer-dryer in the bathroom.

Jack shrugged. "It's a working guest ranch. Flo takes care of the domestic end of the lodge, and there's a bedroom off the kitchen where you can stay and it has its own bath."

"I can't just leave here," Grace said. "I have a job."

"Doing what?"

"Cleaning houses. I'm with Merry Maids."

"You won't be doing that for the next few months," Jack said. "And what do you plan to do after our son is born?" It came to him that, for the first time, he'd referred to the baby as theirs—Grace's and his. Unplanned. A human error that put his sperm into the uterus of a woman he'd never laid eyes on before today, and who was now the mother of his unborn son. A precious gift. A son he never expected to have, and wanted very badly.

"What about all my stuff?" Grace asked.

Jack looked around the modest house. "What stuff?"

"Books, clothes, things to do. This is my home. It's where I want to be. Everything's ready for the baby here and I have to go to my birthing class tomorrow," she said as she headed down the hallway toward the bath.

"That's what I mean," Jack called after her. "You're supposed to be in bed and you're already planning on going out." He was beginning to get a handle on this woman. If she thought he was bullheaded, she needed to take a good look in the mirror.

"I have a cat and she's going to have kittens," Grace said, as she emerged from the hallway.

"Fine, we'll add her litter to yours." Jack couldn't help smiling because Grace was smiling. The first real smile he'd seen. At the clinic she'd given him a couple of twitches, but nothing that went to her eyes. Brown eyes, he noticed. Their son would be brown-brown. Eyes and hair. "So what's it going to be?" he asked, as Grace passed him on her way back to the kitchen.

Grace stopped abruptly, then put her hands to her belly and let out a grunt. Then she eyed him as if sizing him up, and said, "Does your housekeeper live there?"

Jack nodded. "She has a room down the hallway from where you'd be."

Grace let out another little grunt, and curved her hands tighter around her belly. After a few moments, she replied, "I guess I could stay for a week. Give me a few minutes to pack my things and put Mei Ling in the cat carrier. I hope you don't have a problem with a cat in the house." 

"I do," Jack said. "But she can stay in the barn with the other cats."

"Oh no," Grace said in a firm voice. "Mei Ling's a Blue Burmese. If she can't stay in the house, I'm not coming." She planted her hands on her hips and glared at him.

Jack eyed Grace, who looked as immovable as a mountain, yet was willing to stay at the ranch but for one provision. A damn cat to scratch the furniture, and deposit fleas in the rug, and sharpen claws on the walls. But that seemed to be Grace's terms for getting her and his unborn son to his place. "You have to keep the cat in your room," he said, wondering how he'd get
that
past Flo. Her only requirement when she hired on was, no inside pets. Which worked for him. Cats were for clearing the barns of mice, dogs for rounding up stock. "Flo doesn't like cats. She says they scratch the furniture and hide their messes in dark corners."

"Her name is Mei Ling, not
the cat
, and she's litter box trained," Grace said. "And she doesn't scratch the furniture as long as she has her scratching post."

"Then the cat comes with a litter box and a scratching post," Jack said in a plodding voice, while wondering how Flo would welcome
that
. Not too damn well, he imagined. All he hoped now was that she wouldn't give notice.

"Mei Ling. Her name is Mei Ling," Grace emphasized. "As long as you think of her as
the cat
, you won't bond."

"I don't intend to bond with a cat," Jack groused.

"You may not have a choice," Grace said. "Mei Ling also has two fleece-lined cat beds—one for the bedroom and the other for the living room by the heater, like the one over there—" she pointed to a pet bed that Jack hadn't noticed until now, along with a catnip mouse, and a donut ring with a ball in it, and a wooden base with a stick with feathers on the end of it…

"And her sky room," Grace added. "It's a carpeted box with entry holes, and it sits on a pedestal. Mei Ling sleeps in it during the day. I'll just go round it all up."

And this was just the beginning, Jack surmised, as he watched Grace disappear down a hallway to gather all the cat paraphernalia. The only thing missing was the cat.

And then Mei Ling came sashaying into the room with the haughtiness of a queen, lifting and placing her four paws as elegantly as a ballet dancer. Her short, blue-gray coat displayed meticulous care, and the slightly rounded belly beneath it was a reminder that soon there would be who knows how many more of the worthless creatures. She walked up to Jack and sat in front of him, and for a few moments her unblinking amber eyes regarded him gravely. Then to Jack's annoyance, she leapt onto his lap and proceeded to groom herself.

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