Baby Mine: A Hudson Family Series- Book Two- Lucas and Sara

by Chontelle Brison

  “I suspected when Logan spent some time at the house, we have similar features, so I asked Dalton to have a DNA test run.” He grabbed her hands when she pulled back.

  “I never looked at the results Sara, I didn’t care, they didn’t matter, Logan was my son no matter what that paper said, I didn’t look until Rachel walked in and handed me the letter, Sara I swear.”

  “Why didn’t you look? You could have used them to your advantage?” Her brown eyes searched his looking for answers.

  Sighing he tugged her resisting frame until she was against his chest.

  “I didn’t want you to think that I wanted you and Logan in my life because he was my blood son, I wanted you to know that I wanted you both in my life because my life means nothing without you, Sara. I know you’ve changed, and I’ve changed, and I’ll support you in anything you do, just give me a chance Sara. Let me be a father to Logan and to our unborn child, let me be a lover, a friend, a husband to you.”

  Sara wept against his chest, and Lucas’s anxiety rose. Did she hate him? Would she keep his children from him? What if he’d lost her forever?

  “I don’t know what to say.” She whispered.

  “Say yes, the rest we’ll figure out as we go.” He promised as he stroked her hair.

  She looked up into his handsome face and nodded, “Yes, Lucas, hell yes.”

  As soon as she said the words, shouts went up from outside the door. The Hudsons whooped and hollered as Lucas swept her mouth in a scorching kiss.

  Synclair looked around the waiting room with pride. She had a home, a family, friends that loved her and even Amber was tolerable at the moment. Smiling she pulled out her cell and hit speed dial.

  “Honey, who are you calling?” Reece asked knowing she was causing trouble again.

  “Hello? Hey, Cami, my favorite cousin, how do you feel about a double wedding?” She laughed as she pulled the phone away from her ear as her cousin launched into a tirade of Gaelic curse words. Life didn’t get much better than this.

  *****************THE END*********************

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  “Ma! You can’t be invitin’ me ex to Synclair and Sara’s weddin’, ya just can’t” I shouted earning me a hard glare from me mother.

  “Camille Gwendolyn Patrick- McDougall, do not take that tone with me, missy.” Me Ma ordered.

  I sagged down on the chair at our dining room table and set me face in me palms. Nothing I said seemed to penetrate that stubborn, thick skull of her’s.

  “Sean Walsh has been a friend of this family since you both were in your nappies together as babes, he made one mistake, and you’ve never even let him give you a proper apology.” Ma scolded.

  Now that was going too far. “A proper apology, how does one atone for shagging me best friend and her mother?” I asked cringing at my own remarks.

  It was true Sean Walsh had lived down the lane from me since we were just toddlers. His parents and mine had always been close. I had been in love with him since I was about seven years old when he found me a real four leaf clover and left it for me on the steps of me house.

  Everyone had always assumed we would end up together, meself included. When Sean wanted to pursue acting instead of attending the University here in Dublin, I was the only one that supported him. We’d spend hours rehearsing his lines and struggling to learn to talk with less of an Irish pronunciation so that he could get some international jobs.

  Sean definitely had the look for it. He had dreamy silver eyes and reddish brown hair that he styled in a manner that made him look both roguish and sexy. He was a fit lad without an ounce of fat on him, and he worked excessively hard in the gym every day, and the results showed on his taut body.

  Often times he would encourage me to go along with him, teasing me that I needed to make my soft flesh, toned. At the time, I shrugged it off to harmless razzing about me body, but now I know it was him criticizing me.

  I had never thought of myself as ugly or not ugly, only me. I had long brown hair that I kept back in a headband, or it was ever in me face. I think my body is okay, I’m about five foot four in American measures, and while I don’t have the biggest set of breasts, they seem to fill out my bras nicely. Like most Irish girls I had a fine collection of freckles that peppered my face that no measure of makeup in the world seemed to hide, and my fair skinned burned instead of tanned in the summertime. All in all, I had been told I was a fine thing by a few of me high school mates growing up, but I absolutely wasn’t heart-stopping.

  That particular award goes to me cousin Synclair. She’s the one who’s wedding I’m organizing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a wedding planner, I was just seeking a way to move us closer together.

  Without draggin’ it out too much, me Da and mom split up before I was born and she married me stepdad Walter Mc Dougall. However, me biological Da, Jack Patrick, wouldn’t let me stepfather push him out of me life, even from all the way in America.

  Yeah, I had caught a lot of injustice for having an American father, some kids used to tease me that I couldn’t call meself Irish. Those same little bastards got me fist in their faces as well.

  Anyways, me real da lived in Las Vegas, Nevada. It was about an eighteen-hour airplane ride from Dublin, but as soon as I was old enough to travel alone, I made the trip as often as I could. America was a fascinating place, it wasn’t nearly as green as Dublin, but it also didn’t rain ten months out of the year either. When I would visit, I would stay with me Da in his residence above the bar that he owned there. My cousin Synclair lived in an adjoining apartment and ran the bar with me da.

  I didn’t like Synclair at first, in fact when I was about seventeen I told her she was worthless and that I despised her. Luckily she left me with all me teeth and advised me that ultimately I might change my mind. That night my da told me the story of his sister, Synclair’s mother, how Synclair’s ma was a drug addict and prostitute and Synclair had never had an actual home, she had grown up in motels and shanty houses.

  I had never felt lower in me life. I was furious at this woman because she got more of me da then I did. I was a shitty, selfish article all together because, despite the awkwardness of trying to get to know my father, I had a good life in Dublin.

  Sean and I were the best of friends, me step Da spoiled me rotten and I had a best friend that was like my soul sister. Ya, I was merely seventeen, how was I supposed to know that soon it would all go to shit?

  After that, I made an intensified attempt to get to know my cousin. It was no simple feat. Each time I would hug her she would stiffen, there were occasions where she would get verra pale and hyperventilate. My Da called them panic attacks on account of her trauma growing up. It took a long time but after a while she let me hug her without getting all stiff, she also let me help her bake. Oh yeah, my cousin is a fierce baker in the kitchen, she was trained by some famous chef, and the woman can sincerely make you cry, her food is so good.

  That’s why I offered to organize her wedding for her. She was finally getting married to the love of her life, and she was having a child to boot. I wanted her to know how much I care about her, so I have been spending months planning a Halloween wedding. Yep, I did say a wedding on all hallows eve. It definitely was the worst time of year for an outdoor wedding.

  Me Da, who has insisted on paying fer the entire shindig, told me to buy every tent in Dublin if I had to, it was still going to be a challenge since the probability of rain was most likely 99.9%.

  Still, I was happy to be doing something for her, even after she called me a few months back and added another bride and groom to the ticket. Apparently her fi
ancé’s brother, Lucas, had proposed to Sara and Synclair thought it would be grand if they were married all at the same time. A thoughtful and romantic notion if there ever was one. So although it would mean more work for me, I couldn’t turn the exasperatin’ woman down, not when she was pregnant with me cousin.

  That was the other happy thing, both Synclair and Sara were pregnant, with Synclair being due shortly after the wedding, she had agreed to stay in Dublin to have the baby. I was so excited I could pee me trousers. I was going to be the best cousin this babe had ever had, I couldn’t wait to spoil me little cousin rotten.

  Wait, I’m getting off track. Back to me rotten, snarky, piece of shite, ex-boyfriend.

  A few years after I started at the college, Sean had become the equivalent of a Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise here in Europe. I stupidly thought he would keep his promise to not let the fame get him big-headed. I actually believed him when he told me that it was us against the world. I was a bloody eejit.

  It was our official three year anniversary since actually becoming a couple and our one-year anniversary since becoming engaged, I had planned to make that night our first night together. I know it wasn’t very modern of me, but I had wanted to save my virginity for someone special, so why we had done all sorts of other stuff, we hadn’t actually had “intercourse.”

  That night I was going to change all that, give meself to Sean both body and soul. That was until I showed up at his apartment, that I paid the rent on, and found him shaggin’ me best mate on his kitchen table, a table I purchased I might add. If that wasn’t shocking enough, two days later me mate’s mum turned up pregnant and called out Sean as the baby’s father.

  Sean had tried to explain, but I stopped listening after he started blaming the whole situation on me, using words like closed off, frigid, and my favorite phrase, “a man has needs.”

  Pissed beyond reason I had stomped out of there and threatened to turn him from a fella to chick if he ever came near me again. Now five years later, he was an even bigger international star, but he was reelin’ from a massive scandal. Aggie Sims, my ex-best mate, had dumped him for another celebrity and the baby that Aggie’s mom had claimed was Sean’s, after five years it was discovered to be another man’s. My mom tried to tell me all the gossip that would come down the grapevine from her friends or from shows on the telly, but I didn’t want to hear it. Every time I thought about how Sean and me mate had betrayed me and the cruel things he had told me when I had found out, made me chest hurt and my Irish temper flare.

  Which brings me back to the irritating notion of my mother inviting the wanker to Synclair’s wedding. I know my ma had always hoped that Sean and I would work things out, but she had a better chance of Jesus himself showing up at the wedding.

  “Now, you’ve put this situation on the long finger long enough, Camille.” My mother pointed her finger at me for emphasis.

  I sighed, the woman was like a dog with a bleedin’ bone.

  “Fine Ma, invite who you want, but don’t expect me to be pleasant to the arsehole, I just won’t do it,” I warned her. I didn’t want her to be getting her hopes up that Sean and I would work things out. As far as I was concerned that was never going to be happening.

  Ma clapped her hands together in delight, I rolled my eyes and concentrated on my cuppa. A cuppa is tea with lots of sugar and trust me I need lots of sugar so that I don’t kill all the bloody eejits that I deal with in a day.

  “Good now that’s settled I need you to go into town and pick up the contractor from the airport,” Ma told me as she put a plate teeming with eggs and sausage in front me hungry face.

  I couldn’t help but roll my eyes again. I didn’t get why we needed a contractor to come all the way from the states, no matter what kind of deal he was giving us. I had already told me Da that there were plenty of excellent Irish contractors that could build that gazebo that the brides were to be married in. I had sketched it all out on me notepad and showed me Da a few months ago. I was going to have a large, white gazebo built in the back yard, and I was going to adorn it with colorful spring flowers. Of course, I expected it to be expensive, but I was still shocked when me da came to me last week and told me that Reece knew a contractor that was willing to come to Dublin and build the gazebo at such a discounted rate that none of the local contractors could even compete.

  Of course, me, ma offered the man a room here in the house and apparently I had been offered up as the personal taxi for the wanker. It’s not that I had anything personal against, whoever the man was, it was just the fact that he was a man that doomed him to be forever called, wanker, in my mind. Since Sean I hadn’t dated a single fella, the idea of someone touching me made my skin crawl. I had come to terms with the fact that Sean may have been right about me being frigid. I just can’t relax and let go, so I figured why date? After all, wasn’t the point of dating to eventually shag? Besides, I didn’t need a man, I could be happy with me family, me job at Lark’s Pub, me friends and of course me battery operated vibrator. Who needs a fella when I can have an orgasm and no morning after awkwardness.

  Grabbing me keys and pocketbook from the table by the door I braced myself against the brisk cold Irish morning that was waiting for me and trudged off to the airport to collect the American wanker my father had hired.

  **********

  “So, this is your first trip to Ireland, is it?” The beautiful girl next to me, who’s name I don’t remember and really don’t care to ask.

  Turning my attention from the small window I gave her my standard issue Hudson smile. Just as expected the cute blonde with the big blue eyes placed her arm on mine and scooted closer.

  “Yep, I’m here to build a gazebo for my brother’s wedding, his fiance’s family lives in Dublin.” I don’t know why I offered that information.

  “Oh Dalton, you must tell me their names, maybe I know them.” She pushed.

  I tried to sigh inwardly, as outward would have been rude, I always try my best not to be rude to a lady.

  “Annie, was it?” I asked as I drew small circles on the back of her hand.

  Her head jerked up and for a minute, her blue eyes narrowed.

  “Aggie, my name is Aggie.” She pouted.

  Shit, that was my bad. I wasn’t generally bad with names but after an eighteen-hour flight with a crying baby seated behind me, I wasn’t on my A-game.

  I put one hand on her slender neck and rubbed her ear lobe between my fingers, worked like a charm, she nestled her cheek into my hand. All was forgiven, God I loved women.

  “Sorry, doll, I think the name is McDougall, they live in Dublin,” I told her as I continued to pet her like a cat.

  She sat straight up and stared at me. I was about to ask her if she knew the McDougalls but she shook her head and started to laugh.

  “Ach, this is brilliant. You brother is marrying Cami’s cousin then?” She asked seemingly pleased by the connection.

  “So you know Camille?” I asked using her full name. I know everyone called her Cami, but I just couldn’t do it, anyone with as much spirit as Camille had, should never be abbreviated.

  Hearing the Captain announce we were about to land I buckled my seatbelt and looked over at Aggie and waited. Something about her face changed, the features I once thought to be cute seemed distorted somehow as she sat there with a mean smirk on her face.

  “Oh, I know Camille, let me tell you all about the frigid ice queen of Dublin.”

  **********

  I got to the airport a few minutes before the American’s flight landed from Las Angeles. I took me time walking through the airport, stopping to check out some of the offerings from the shops that were there. Still, even with all my wandering about I still arrived at the baggage claim a wee bit early. Not that I’d know the American when I saw him, my parents had failed to send me with a description. It was all the same to me, besides if I failed to find him, then I guess he’d just have to board a plane back to the states.

  It’s not
that I had anything against Americans, in fact, I find them bang on funny, I just didn’t like me da taking charge of the building of gazebo when it was my bloody design in the first place. Sure, he was paying fer the wedding and such, but I wanted Synclair to be happy when got to Ireland and happy with me when she saw the grand wedding I’d planned for her.

  “Cami?” Asked a familiar voice from my past. Or at least I had hoped it would stay in my past.

  I raised me head from my thoughts and found meself staring at the arsehole, ex-boyfriend, Sean.

  I stood up from the bench and stepped to the side prepared to bolt. Yeah, it was cowardly of me but seeing him standing there in his fine trenchcoat, and perfect hair made me sick to my stomach. So it was either rush off or puke all over his expensive shoes.

  “Cami wait.” His hand grabbed my arm stopping my less than graceful escape.

  “What do ya want Sean?” I demanded as I jerked my arm from his pansy ass grasp. Jesus, his hands were so soft he could be a hand lotion model.

  His blue eyes narrowed, and he started to frown. Yeah, well too bleedin’ bad, I thought to meself. What right did he have to give me attitude after what he’d done?

  “Well, I don’t have all bloody day Sean, spit out whatever you have to say and then go away.” I practically shouted, ignoring the looks from the people pushing all around us as they grabbed their bags from the belt.

  “Still as lovely as an Irish wildflower, Cami.” He purred. The man actually purred at me. Did he think he was in one of his romantic films? Did that shite actually make women fall back with their legs in the air?

  “Was that it? Was that your brilliant statement?” I asked getting more and more pissed off by the second. Any minute the American would be bustling by me and I could tell I was going to make a grand impression.

  “Of course not, if you’d just stop being so bloody angry with me for a moment, I could apologize. Jesus, you’re just as stubborn and childish as you always were.” He ground out in an angry whisper so that no one could hear his words but me.