quite certain. I’m equally sure that if I don’t get to sleep soon, I’m going to pass out at work in the morning.”
“If your job is so bloody important to you, what on Earth were you thinking, trying to become a single parent? What did you plan on doing? Having a daycare provider raise the baby for you? How about when the child was sick? Did you plan on sticking a sitter with a baby that was ill?”
“Of course not,” she answered, feeling annoyed by him. “There’s a daycare center at the hospital that I can leave the baby with when I’m working, and when she’s sick, we’ll both stay at home. Working in the lab, it’s not as detrimental to the patients, when I take a day off. What I’m planning on doing is no different than a married woman that lives in a two income family, you know. Women do it all the time; working full time at the same time as being a full time mother.”
“Yes, well… I have no intention of allowing MY child to be raised in that sort of environment. Not when I am perfectly capable of providing a much more stable home life, where the person raising the tyke will be an actual parent and not some stranger already spreading themselves too thin with other people’s children.”
“Just because she spends her days with a daycare provider doesn’t mean they’re the ones raising her,” Madeline argued, feeling defensive of her choice to make a go of parenthood by herself. It had been a difficult decision and she had fought it long and hard, often coming up with the same arguments that he had. That didn’t make hearing the same things she had said to herself, coming from someone else any easier.
“Well, you’d be right about that… Because I fully plan on being the one to raise her,” he informed her coldly, not willing to embrace any other reality.
“And I intend to see that I’m the one that raises her. She’s MY daughter. DNA not withstanding… without my body, there would be no baby and possession is nine tenths of the law,” she told him in a shaky voice. She was freaked out and felt desperation filling her, leaving her shaking in her fuzzy slippers.
“We’ll just have to see about that,” Eric said, confidently. “In the mean time, go… get some sleep before you fall over from exhaustion. This conversation can keep until morning, once you’re better rested. Perhaps by then, you’ll have come to your senses and realized that there is no getting rid of me as long as you have possession of my child.”
If sleep wasn’t threatening to overtake her even as she stood there, Madeline would have argued with him, but she could tell that it was going to win; weather she was standing or flat on her back. “Fine… I’m going to bed, but I’m not changing my tune. Come morning, after I call in to work, I fully intend on contacting my lawyer to have you forcefully removed from the premises if you refuse to leave on your own. One way or the other, by the end of the day tomorrow, this nightmare will be over and you are GOING to be out of my hair and out of my house… and you may not believe it, but I will NOT be joining you when you go back to your own place.”
Madeline flipped her long flowing hair over her shoulder and spun on her heel, stomping away. She wished that her actions would have sent more of a message to him, but she was afraid with what little she was wearing and the way his eyes had followed the sway of her hips as she walked away, all she’d managed to do was bring his attention to the fact that despite the fact that she didn’t much like him or what he was trying to do, she was very much attracted to the sexy cowboy who’d burst into her home and informed her he intended to do the same to her life, weather she liked it or not.
The real kicker here, was that if she was reading things right, he was just as physically drawn to her as she was to him. In the long run, that was going to make things very interesting indeed, she thought as she quietly
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