a reality.”
“Well, I’ve gone through great physical and financial stress to get to this point,” she told him shakily. “I have the paperwork that claims that I have sole rights over any child born from the procedure I underwent. I don’t have to put up with you or your threats,” she said bravely, hoping against hope that it was true. She needed to get this man out of her house so that she could call Georgia. Her husband was a lawyer and he would be able to advise Madeline better as to what her rights were, assuming what this man was telling her about the mix-up at the clinic was true.
He lifted a single eyebrow at her in disbelief. “What? Are you insane or just plain in denial?” he asked shaking his head. “I’m not going anywhere as long as you have my child inside of you,” he informed her boldly, making himself comfortable in the rocking chair that sat across from the couch. As he kicked his boots off, it became clear to Madeline that he wasn’t joking. This man intended to stay right there in her living room for the duration.
“You can’t just move in to my house without my approval,” she said, shaking her head, trying to fend away the sleep that was still trying to claim her.
“Oh, I don’t intend to move in here,” he assured her, looking around. Madeline sighed in relief and she relaxed her shoulders until he clarified his statement. “I have every intention of moving you in to MY house until you give birth to my child. But be assured… I won’t let you out of my sight as long as that baby is nestled in your belly.”
Indignation was clearly written on her features as she stood up and tried to get in his face. Sadly, the top of her head only came up to the middle of his massive chest and made her look tiny and not at all threatening as she had intended. She tipped her head back and glared at him. “I’m not going anywhere with you and you are NOT staying here. I have my rights. You can’t force your way into my home and taking me out of it would be kidnapping, because I am not willing.”
“Well then we’ve got a problem, because for all intents and purposes, you’ve basically kidnapped my unborn child,” he told her through gritted teeth. “I understand that I can’t take the baby back until it’s born… but I have no intention of allowing you to take it out of my sight either.”
“She’s not an IT !” Madeline screamed, stomping her foot and spinning around flopping on the couch thinking that her life had gone from fantastic to a bloody mess in about five seconds flat.
“You know for a fact that my child is a girl?” he asked, looking down at her still flat belly.
“I know in my gut that MY daughter is a girl, yes,” she answered, refusing to back down, despite his size. “No, I haven’t had any testing that shows scientific proof,” she said, when he raised his eyebrows. “But I don’t need it to know that she’s not a boy.”
“Okay,” he said, nodding his head. “I’ve learned never to question women’s intuition. Not when it comes to a child she might be carrying anyways …”
“There’s no might. I know I’m pregnant, the clinic took blood tests and I had an ultrasound to prove it,” she said, wishing instantly that she hadn’t told him that.
“So, that’s how you know for sure,” he nodded his head, looking again at the way her hand was settled over her belly. It was difficult to think, with the way the tiny scrap of thin pink satin hugged her like a second skin. It had been all he could do, not to stare at her. It was a sad time for his normally dormant libido to suddenly wake up and take notice of a woman for the first time since he’d buried his wife. That day seemed like forever ago to him now.
“You’re sure that there is only one? We had several eggs fertilized and I was informed that you received the whole batch…”
Madeline weakly nodded her head, looking over his shoulder at the clock and sighing heavily. “I’m
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