of them,” Lexi said. “But Kayla is a strong woman. She and John will weather this crisis. I’ll make sure they have the support they need.”
David nodded then casually handed the baby back to Rachel. “I have to get going.”
Lexi took a step forward and peered at the baby. “Who’s this little guy?”
“This is Adam Greer,” Rachel explained. “Our emergency room baby.”
“I thought Dr. Watson was following him.”
“He is,” David said, trying not to get defensive. After all, it was a logical assumption. “I don’t get a chance to deliver many babies, so this one is sort of special.”
Lexi lifted a brow. “How’s he doing?”
“Jaundiced, but he should be able to be released in a day or so,” David said.
“I wonder where he’ll go home to,” Rachel mused.
“What do you mean?” Lexi asked.
David’s ears pricked up.
“His mother had been living in the motel across the street from the Community Playhouse before she delivered,” Rachel said. “Hardly a suitable environment for a baby.”
“I agree with you,” Lexi said. “I’ll add post-discharge housing to my discussion list. After I finish here, I’m headed to her room.”
Chapter Five
J uly stared at the birth certificate application the nurse had left for her to fill out. Apparently she had to complete and turn it in before she was dismissed.
The section asking for her information had been easy. The field for the baby’s name was completed without hesitation. She’d had almost five months—since she’d first learned she was carrying a boy—to decide on his name. But it was the section asking for the father’s information that had stopped her cold.
How could she put David’s name on the application before she’d told him Adam was his son? Still, she couldn’t bring herself to write the word that had been on her own birth certificate.
She’d found hers the summer she’d turned thirteen,stuffed inside a drawer. Though her mother had always maintained her father could have been any one of a number of men, July had thought she was exaggerating. But when she’d seen “unknown” on that birth certificate, her dreams of a father one day appearing on a white horse to rescue her had disappeared like a puff of smoke.
July took a deep breath then let it out slowly. She picked up the pen, still unsure. Unlike her mother, there was no doubt in July’s mind about Adam’s father. But what if David got hold of the certificate? Or some staff member noticed his name on the application and mentioned it to him?
The form was still incomplete when the door creaked open and the social worker stuck her face in the room. “Can I come in?”
“Certainly,” July said.
“I’m sorry about the delay.” The brunette’s heels clacked loudly on the shiny linoleum as she hurried across the room. “I didn’t think I’d be so long.”
“No worries.” July dropped the pen, thankful for the diversion. “I’m still waiting for Dr. Fisher to stop by and release me.”
“What are you working on?” Lexi asked.
“The birth certificate application,” July said, trying not to sigh.
Lexi’s gaze dropped to the form, taking in the part still not completed. “It can be hard to decide what to put there. At least it was for me.”
“You have a child?”
“Addie is seven.” Lexi’s perfectly painted lips curved up in a slight smile. “It might sound corny, but she’s the light of my life.”
It didn’t sound at all corny. Though her son was only a day old, July understood. She returned Lexi’s smile.
“Does her father live in Jackson?” From a previous comment July knew the social worker wasn’t married, but that didn’t mean the guy wasn’t in her life.
“Drew lives in Columbus, Ohio,” Lexi said matter-of-factly. “He’s not involved at all.”
“Is his name on her birth certificate?” The minute the question left her lips, July wanted to call it back. Though the social worker had been forthcoming about