Birth of a Baby Daddy

by Piper Rayne

  Birth of a Baby Daddy

  Piper Rayne

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  © 2019 by Piper Rayne

  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

  Cover Photo: Sara Eirew Photography

  Cover Design: Okay Creations

  Line Editor: My Brother’s Editor

  Proofreader: Shawna Gavas, Behind The Writer

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  Contents

  The Baileys

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Epilogue

  Free Downloads

  Cockamamie Unicorn Ramblings

  About Piper & Rayne

  Also by Piper Rayne

  The Baileys

  Austin Bailey - 32 years old

  (Biology Teacher/Baseball Coach)

  Savannah Bailey - 30 years old

  (Runs Bailey Timber Corp)

  Brooklyn Bailey - 27 years old

  (Runs Essential Oil Company)

  Rome Bailey - 25 years old

  (Chef)

  Denver Bailey - 25 years old

  (Bush Pilot)

  Juno Bailey - 24 years old

  (Matchmaker)

  Kingston Bailey - 21 years old

  (Smokejumper)

  Phoenix Bailey - 20 years old

  (Student)

  Sedona Bailey - 20 years old

  (Student)

  One

  Harley

  I hoist Calista higher on my hip while our suitcase bumps along the half-melted ice as I drag it up the quaint path that leads to the front door of Cozy Cottage Bed and Breakfast.

  This is the cheapest place to stay in Lake Starlight. The place doesn’t look as rundown as I expected. It actually looks well cared for, but a little…peculiar. I’m not a judgmental person—not with my own past being what it is—but most people wouldn’t match pink siding with yellow trim. The plethora of garden gnomes and metal sculptures poking out from the clumps of snow around the yard ramp up the weird factor. I don’t remember them from the online pictures when I booked, but it wouldn’t have made a difference.

  I’m here for one reason and one reason only—to track down my baby daddy.

  God, that sounds so cliché, but it’s true.

  Denver Bailey.

  My one-night stand turned baby daddy.

  I had no intention of seeking him out. It wasn’t until his picture was plastered all over the news when a plane went missing in Alaska carrying a famous Hollywood music producer inside that I knew where I could find him. Denver was the pilot and that was when I learned his last name.

  But now six months later, here I am in his hometown. Only because I need something from him.

  Calista’s fussing draws me from my thoughts, and I stop to readjust her. I don’t have a chance to knock before the door whips open revealing a waiting woman.

  She’s middle-aged, maybe mid-fifties, wearing a colorful dashiki with black leggings. Her shoulder-length black and gray hair sticks out from under the scarf wrapped around her head. She frantically waves with dried paint-covered hands. The neon pink color of the paint is set off by her dark skin.

  “Heeelllooo,” she draws out the word with a huge smile on her face. “You must be Harley!”

  She steps onto the porch and wraps both my daughter and me in an embrace. My back stiffens and I let out a breath of relief when she pulls away, directing her attention to Calista. “Hello, you sweet thing.”

  She scoops up Calista and my arms instinctively reach out to grab her back, but the woman pulls her securely into her chest. I open my mouth to say something, but she beats me to the punch again.

  “Bring your suitcase in. You’ll catch your death out here. It’s not too spring-like yet.” She turns and heads into the house with my daughter. “Is this your first time in Alaska? How was your flight? What brings you here? I’m Selene, by the way, like the Greek goddess of the moon.”

  My brain stutters to keep up with her rambling. I have no idea which question to respond to, so instead I drag my suitcase through the door and close it.

  Selene undresses Calista from her heavy coat.

  I peek around what will be our home for the next few days. The inside is just as colorful as the outside. Bright abstract oil paintings cover the walls and trinkets decorate every available surface which will be a nightmare now that Calista puts everything into her mouth.

  “Did you paint all these?” I ask Selene who’s busy tickling Calista under her chin, but Calista isn’t giggling. She’s staring at her like she just stepped off a UFO.

  “I did. I’m not only a patron of the arts, but I’m an artist myself. Made all the lawn decorations you saw outside, too.”

  I smile. “Cool.”

  An awkward silence hangs over the room and I use the moment to get another word in before Selene starts up again.

  “It was a long day of travel, so I think we’re just going to go lie down for a bit before we head out to get a couple things done.”

  Selene frowns. “I can keep her with me if you want to rest.”

  She seems genuine, not like a crazy murderer who will hurt my daughter but I’m not about to leave my infant daughter with someone I don’t know.

  “That’s okay, she’s due for a nap, too.” I reach out to take her from Selene. “I think we’ll just go lie down and I’ll grab my bag and unpack if that’s okay?”

  “Of course. No problem at all. Dinner is at five. Is that too early for you? I’m an early riser which means early to bed, but I know some people prefer to eat late.”

  Calista whines because at this point, we’re way past nap time, so I bounce her on my hip hoping to speed this conversation along. I worried about staying at a bed and breakfast instead of a hotel because of the nosiness from owners and other guests, but it’s not like I have money to blow on the Glacier Point Resort.

  “Five is great.”

  Selene claps her hands and startles Calista. “Perfect. We’re having zucchini noodles with avocado pesto. It tastes better than it sounds, I promise.”

  I smile and head toward the stairway. Guess I’ll grab something to eat while we’re out.

  “You’re in the light blue room.”

  “Thanks.”

  “By the way, what’s your daughter’s name?”

  I stop to face her. “Calista.”

  “Calista.” She smiles. “Most beautiful. Did you know that’s the meaning? In Greek mythology, Calista was a mythological Arcadian who transformed into a she-bear, then into the Great Bear constellatio
n.” She ends the conversation in baby talk like she’s telling Calista instead of me.

  “That’s good to know.”

  My chest weighs heavy as I walk up the stairs. I hope my daughter is a she-bear because she’ll need to be fierce for what lies ahead.

  Selene was right. Dinner did taste better than it sounded. I grab our coats and button Calista up to venture out to find out more about Denver. Lake Starlight appears to be a small town where everyone knows one another and hopefully I run into someone who might be able to tell me where he lives or hangs out.

  As luck would have it, the Uber drops me off downtown in front of the local hardware store, Hammer Time. Well, he was good with his hands. The memory of his skilled callused fingers over my nipples surfaces, but I shake my head to push those thoughts away.

  The bell rings on the door when we enter. Once I’m inside, I inhale a deep breath, loving the smell of cut wood and building materials.

  “Can I help you find something?” A man stands behind the counter bearing a genuine smile.

  I return the smile and walk over, taking a quick glance at his nametag. “Hi Jack. This is going to sound strange, but I’m wondering if you can tell me where I might find Denver Bailey?”

  “Well I talked to Austin earlier and he had some big plans tonight, but then they were all going to meet over at Rome’s new restaurant. It looks over the town courtyard. It’s not open yet, but I’m sure if you knock, they’ll hear you. It’s just down the street to your right a couple of blocks. Called Terra & Mare.”

  “Great, thanks so much for the information.” I turn and head for the door.

  “Hey, what’s your name?” Jack calls out.

  “It’s not important,” I say, the door chime ringing as I leave.

  I poke Calista in the belly. “Your mommy made a smart decision by going into that store. Jack is like an encyclopedia.”

  She giggles and I kiss her forehead.

  As I walk the streets of Lake Starlight in the direction Jack sent me, my stomach turns over and bile creeps up my throat. Calista busies herself staring up at the sky, and every once in a while she juts out her mittened hand to catch snowflakes.

  Only minutes later, the sign Terra & Mare in gold script with a maroon background comes into view. It’s definitely a classy place. When I peer inside, the restaurant is empty except for a long table in the center that’s surrounded by a bunch of people.

  I don’t see Denver, but a few guys’ backs are to me, so he could be one of them. It’s been more than two years since I’ve seen him, so I’m going on fuzzy memories at best. More than what he looks like, what I remember most about our night together is how he made me feel.

  I inhale a deep breath, reminding myself of the reasons why I’m here. The wind picks up when I push the door open and a cold draft travels into the warm restaurant. All heads turn simultaneously in my direction.

  I quickly take each one of them in as I step toward the table. I scour each of them for familiarity but when my eyes land on Denver, my heart beats triple time.

  All the memories of that night and what drew me to him rush to my mind. His good looks and hazel eyes. The way his arms and chest fill out his shirt. How the stubble on his face scraped against my inner thighs.

  But he’s clearly not on the trip down memory lane with me because there’s zero recognition on his face, which stokes my anger.

  “I’m sorry, this is a private party. Family only,” a pretty blonde woman says, sliding out of her chair.

  “Well, then I guess we’re in the right place,” I snip.

  Everyone at the table exchanges looks of confusion.

  A man in a chef’s uniform emerges from the kitchen, walks across the dining room carrying a platter of beef.

  Wait… what the hell is going on?

  I glance from the chef to Denver.

  The chef doesn’t notice me, placing the tray in the center of the table. “Why is everyone so quiet?” he asks, following the others’ gazes over to myself and Calista.

  My mouth drops open and I prop Calista higher on my hip. “There’s two of you?”

  Denver tilts his head and the chef rounds the end of the table growing closer.

  “I’m sorry, how can I help you?” he asks. The fact there’s zero recognition in the chef’s eyes either fuels my anger like gasoline thrown on a fire.

  My eyes narrow. “You can tell me which one of you is the father of my little girl.”

  Everyone’s head at the table swings from one man to the other.

  I glance from the chef to Denver, who both wear an expression of panic.

  What have I gotten myself into?

  Two

  Rome

  “Which one of you is Denver?” The woman looks between me and my brother.

  I’m not ashamed to admit that relief envelops me like that heavy blanket Savannah bought for herself last month. The relief is bone-deep that I have no idea who this woman is and with a quick calculation of her daughter’s age, it’s easy to figure out I was in Europe when she was conceived.

  Win for me.

  Not so much for my brother.

  My brother glances back to me, slowly standing from the chair and steps in her direction like he’s about to be sent to jail with no chance of parole. “I’m Denver. You are…”

  She cocks her hip farther out, raising an eyebrow. The baby tugs at her hair, but she absentmindedly lowers her hand without a complaint. “Really? I know we’d both had a few that night, but I thought you might remember my name. It’s Harley.”

  Harley? The name rolls around in my head. Nope. Not the baby daddy.

  It’s clear the way Denver keeps turning in my direction with his pleading stare of ‘it’s yours, right’ question, he has no idea what the hell is going on either.

  If neither of us recognizes her than maybe we’re both in the clear. Maybe we’re being set up. This is totally something Liam would do.

  My eyes shift to him. He’s leaned back with both arms resting along the back of the chairs. The life-is-great grin splashed across his face says he’s enjoying this, but there’s still a note of surprise in his features that tells me this isn’t an early April Fool’s prank on his part.

  By the time I scan the room to make sure no other assholes in my family thought it’d be funny to play a prank, I cross-examine G’Ma D twice because this would be up her alley. Asking a woman to come in and pretend and then lecture us about safe sex and how if we don’t start settling down, this day will likely come.

  “Rome,” Denver’s soft plea brings my attention back to him.

  Shit, he wants help. What am I supposed to do? He knocked her up.

  “Listen,” I say, stepping forward. “I think maybe you have the wrong person.”

  Harley’s eyes narrow and her head whips in my direction. “And you are?”

  “Rome Bailey. His twin brother.”

  “I’m not blind,” she murmurs.

  I refrain from reminding her that she’s the one who asked. This is a stressful situation all around, so I keep my sarcasm to myself. “If he thought he was this cutie pie’s father, he’d say so.”

  The baby interrupts all the dramatic tension by patting the woman’s face over and over again, saying, “Mama. Mama.”

  “Would you like me to take her so you can—” Brooklyn rounds the end of the table with her arms out.

  Harley swivels so the baby is as far from her grasp as possible.

  “Or not.” Brooklyn puts her hands up in the air and sits down in an empty chair. She’s closer now and I watch her scour the little girl’s face for any resemblance to the Bailey features.

  The little girl is adorable and I’m totally on board to play favorite uncle. Her hair isn’t blonde like her mother’s, it’s a light brown, but her eyes are the same green color as her mom’s. Her chubby cheeks are pink from being outside. She throws one of her mittens off and tosses it across the room, hitting Savannah in the face.

  My family laug
hs and Savannah picks it up, slowly approaching Harley like she’s a hungry tiger wanting to feast on us all.

  “Thanks,” Harley says, holding the mitten in her hand. The little girl takes off the other one and throws it, so it lands in the cream sauce I put out earlier.

  “I’ll go clean this up.” My soon-to-be sister-in-law, Holly, picks it up and heads to the kitchen.

  “It’s no—” Harley’s words die on her lips because Holly’s going to do it no matter what.

  “Where were we?” Harley grabs a hold of the baby’s hand from her face, kisses her palm and places it by her side then lasers those green eyes my way. “Since your brother Denver is playing dumb, let me fill everyone in. We met in Seattle a little over two years ago. He had a layover and came into the bar I worked at. He stuck around after closing time. One thing leads to another and this is the result of our one-night stand.” She nods at the baby who’s now looking at me with rapt attention.

  Denver raises his hands up in the air like we’re in the principal’s office in high school again. “I wasn’t in Seattle two years ago.” He looks around for a witness or someone to agree with him. What are we on Maury Povich here?

  “You sure you’d remember?” Austin asks.

  Denver turns to our eldest brother with a scowl like he’s losing his man card once we figure out this situation.

  “Because I think I could remember if I took a trip to…” Denver continues on, stating facts about how he couldn’t have been down in the lower forty-eight when the baby was conceived. We all know he rarely leaves Alaska since his schedule can be grueling and busy. The man makes his living as a bush pilot and ninety percent of his business is in Alaska.