Then Chad said, “Ivy, baby. You okay to do this?”
I could hear someone ask if I’d eaten today and Chad admitted no. I whispered, “No.”
Not sure if I could go ahead with this or not, I felt so weak as I remembered not wanting to eat last night, too. There was something that had clenched my hunger lately, but I thought that I wasn’t eating the right things and I just had so much gas. Kylie said that it happened sometimes, so I’d been resting. Not eating. Whenever I was awake, I just felt stressed like right now.
“Ivy, I’m Dr. Chun. If you like we can give you a C-Section if you’re too weak to do this. The baby’s starting to get distressed, and we can’t hold on any longer,” Dr. Chun said as he came closer to me and flashed a light in my eyes probably to see if I was conscious. I was awake, but just barely.
I erased all negative thoughts from my mind and shouted as if I’d gained a surge of energy from somewhere. I wanted to ask where Hazel was. I needed to apologize to Noah, and that allowed me to focus on doing this myself. I didn’t want to be cut open. I had it in my mind to have a natural birth, and that was exactly what I intended to do today.
“I’m ready!”
“Good. Let’s do this,” Dr. Chun said, and I could feel Chad’s hand enveloping mine, so I gripped it so fucking tightly.
I didn’t hesitate in squeezing his hand every single time Dr. Chun said, “Push!”
I squeezed it so tight and ignored him screaming like a baby as I pushed with all my might.
Then Dr. Chun would tell me to hold back and then I would push again. God, I’d done this all before. Less than three years ago, but this felt different as if I’d never been through the experience before because if I remembered it being so fucking painful, I would have tied my tubes up. Why did women keep going back for this sort of pain?
Chad was the one that was screaming like a baby!
So, I squeezed his fucking hand even harder the next time Dr. Chun said to push. Every time he yelled it, not only was I pushing harder, but I was gripping Chad’s hand tighter.
“Baby, you can do it,” he squealed. I bet he would think twice about having more kids. I bet after this experience he would be the one to get the snip. That was if he had a hand left after I finished with it.
“The head, that’s the hardest part. I just need you to finish the job. Push as if your life depends on it!” Dr. Chun screamed out, and then I did exactly what he told me to do. I pushed so fucking hard that I felt as if I screamed the whole delivery room back to life. That was when everyone in the room started to laugh. It was the end of the delivery. The only person that wasn’t laughing was Chad as he screamed out after I let go of his hand, “My fucking hand!”
I turned to see him shaking it, and it was bright red. I realized that maybe I went a little over the top, squeezing his hand.
Dr. Chun beamed, “Congratulations! You have a baby girl.”
Doctor Chun repeated, “Sorry Ivy, it’s not over. I just need one little push from you.”
I nodded, remembering about the after birth and Kylie told me that it was nothing compared to getting the head out. So, I shouldn’t worry about it and as I pushed. I felt the contents spill from my pussy and realized that she was right. It wasn’t as painful.
I couldn’t believe that I was the mother of two girls. Chad was still shaking his hand and trying to breathe life into it. Doctor Chun appeared by his side and said, “Here let me look at it.”
Great, I was the one that just had the fucking baby, and he was the one that wanted attention. Until Doctor Chun said, “You better not piss her off. I think that she fractured your hand.”
Shit!
I tried to smile as the guilt of having hurt him so badly entered my mind.
I smiled awkwardly, “Sorry Chad.”
He shook his head trying to keep a straight face.
“It’s nothing compared to what you just went through.”
The nurse came over to me and gave me our baby. I love Hazel with all my heart, but this time it felt different. Just having a dad that wanted to be a part of it. Someone who wanted to know their daughter. Chad had even started the process of officially adopting Hazel. Danny was more than happy to do it. He said that it meant that he didn’t have to pay child support. How bad is that? That was all her birth father could think about while signing her over.
Things were going to be different now. I had a family and friends. Something that I thought that I had back in Chicago, but I never did. Since I’ve been here, only Chloe’s come to visit me. The guys at the law firm don’t even keep in touch.
“Ivy, I know what I want us to name her,” Chad said as Dr. Chun wrapped up his hand with a bandage and said that he would take him for an X-ray afterward.
Chad had been going through so many boy names. After convincing himself that I had one daughter that there was no way that it would happen again. I wasn’t sure why he thought that, but I let him ride with it. He was excited about being a dad, and for some crazy reason, I thought that maybe having a Chad Junior may have made him feel that way.
“What?” I blurted out as my eyes darted from him to our perfect little girl.
“Hope. Because that was where we first met. Hope school and maybe starting her name with an H, too, would make it known that Hazel and Hope are both my daughters. I don’t want her to feel any different about Hope being born.”
I smiled at him, “She already calls you dad.”
He nodded, “I know, but maybe, later on, she’ll feel differently. Besides, Danny could change his mind and come back into our lives.”
I didn’t think that was a possibility; the man had shown no interest until now. I doubted that he would turn around and want to have a father of the year award. I smiled at Chad and said, “You’re a pretty amazing man.”
He nodded, “So, I’ve been told. So, Hope it is?”
I agreed, “Hope. What a beautiful name.”
And then I planted a kiss on her head, and Chad did the same as Dr. Chun carted him off to see his hand. I hoped that his hand was bruised and not fractured as I sat down and thought about my new life not only being good but fucking brilliant. I couldn’t ask for more. I wouldn’t have to because I finally had everything I needed in my home town.
###The End###
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The third book in the Single Daddy series. This story is about Noah’s other best friend, Dan. He finds out that he’s a daddy, by accident in Accidental Daddy!
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I saw my ex going into the clinic.
I started to panic. She said that she wanted a baby and I said that I wanted out.
While I was sitting in the clinic trying to act like James Bond, a spy, I didn’t notice the girl next to me.
She kept talking, and I nodded as if I was paying attention.
The same thing I used to do whenever my ex wanted to talk.
The next thing I knew she said that she was going to the bathroom.
My ex came out from seeing the doctor.
The nurse called me and said that I’d forgotten something.
I looked down and realized that she was talking about the baby.
I pointed to the bathroom and told them that its mom was in there. The nurse said that she left soon after. There was no one in the bathroom. To make matters worse, the nurse said that I came in with the woman and spent the whole time talking to her.
They wanted to arrest me for neglecting my baby. Saying that it was clear that I was with the woman and now I want out.
I tried to save face by saying that it was all a simple mistake.
I took the baby home.
Now, I’m accidentally a daddy. The one thing that I never wanted to be, even on purpose.
As I try and trace her mom, I soon realize that maybe it wasn’t an accident at all.
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Noah
“Who’s at the fucking door?” I shout out as I leave my bedroom. They’d better have a good excuse for continually ringing the doorbell like that.
“I’m not deaf!” I shout as I start to walk down the stairs. I’ve a killer hangover from the rodeo last night. I don’t even feel like getting up today, especially with the sweet pussy that I had after the rodeo. These cowgirls get a kick out of riding not only the horses but guys too.
“Again!”
I’m getting even more agitated at the idea that they keep ringing the bell. They’re not saying anything—just ringing the damn thing.
I walk glumly toward the door as the person gets the hint and stops ringing the bell. Obviously, it’s no one from the ranch. They typically just walk in the house and shout my name. It can’t be Harper who comes to clean the house every other day. No, it must be someone I don’t know. Maybe I should have pretended not to be in just so that they’ll go away and stop ringing the damn bell as if their life depends on it.
As I open the door, I see something on the doorstep. I wonder if I woke up drunk because I must be fucking hallucinating.
I spot Carl sloughing by, so I point at it with my eyes half-open. Shit, I can’t even focus properly, because the sun’s shining hard. I shout out, “Dude!”
I wish I would stop talking like that, but that’s what happens when you spend too much time in sunny California.
“Who left this?”
He lifts up his shoulders in a half-shrug, as if it’s too much effort for him to do a proper one. Why does he always look as if he’s been trekking around America for the last few months? The guy always looks tired. No matter the time of day or how many hours he’s slept, the guy looks the same. If he weren’t such a good hand on the ranch, I would get rid of him. Not only because of his tired looks but because he’s just clueless. He’s a hard worker, but everything has to be spelled out for him. Thinking out of the box, isn’t an option.
“But, you must have seen someone come by and just…”
I can’t even get the words out. I keep looking at my feet, and I’m trying to pretend that it isn’t there. That this isn’t happening to me.
My life’s simple here. Get a few cowgirls that want to live on a big ranch, tease them and please them, and then when it’s all done, I tell them that I can’t commit. I can’t. Not now, not ever. I tried a relationship once, but after my ex, Jessica, spat in my face about the idea, I promised myself never again would I ask a girl to move in. She told me that I love playing and never take anything serious. If that was the case, I never would have asked her to move in with me.
“Oh, welcome to the land of the living,” Aria sings as she comes closer to the house. I want to go inside and close the door. This never happened. No one left a basket outside my fucking door with a baby in it. The baby’s crying. Shit!
“Holy cow, Noah. I thought that she was leaving a basket of fruit or something.”
I grab hold of Aria’s arm as she comes closer, thinking that maybe if I catch up with the person, I can give it back.
“Who?”
She bends down and sighs, “Isn’t he the cutest?”
She’s joking. Sure, it’s cute or that’s what people always say about their babies. I steer well clear of them, which is why someone must have made a mistake when they dropped this one here. But, why would someone just come and drop a baby at my doorstep?
“Are you going to tell me who, or are you going to keep me guessing all day?”
My head’s throbbing, and the last thing I need at this time of the morning is to play guessing games with Aria. She’s bitchy because she thought that I was coming on to her and that I was into her. No, I was fucking horny. Dad always said don’t mix business with pleasure. I did, and now I have to play the price. She works with the horses, and I should have known better than to try and get it on with one of the staff.
“Some girl. She was holding the basket and pressing the bell like crazy. I thought that she was an idiot like me.”
Aria’s looking me directly in the eye, trying to figure out if there will be some reaction from me. There’s none because I told her once and I’m not doing it again. It was one night. I was horny, wanted to get my leg over, and she thought that I wanted a relationship. I made it clear that I didn’t. So, if she’s still upset about it, she could leave. There’s plenty of ranches around here. This isn’t the only one. Besides, she’s good at her job, and I pay her more than any ranch would pay her—which is probably why she sticks around.
“Look, there’s a note.”
I grab it quickly and read it out loud. I don’t need her to wind me up even further. There’s a baby outside my house. She lifts the basket saying, “You can’t leave him here all day.”
“Sure, his mom will come back for him. Maybe she left a number on this note.” I realize that I’m fucking talking to myself, as Aria’s already in the house with someone else’s baby. I turn around and she’s making those funny sounds, the noises that people tend to make whenever they see a baby. It’s as if they’ve lost their mind.
Dear Noah,
I know that we met that one night when you were in Vegas eleven months ago.
I can’t cope with the baby. His name is Richard, after my granddad. I need you to look after him for a while.
I hope that you become friends.
Please don’t try and contact me.
I had nowhere else to go. I need Richard to be safe, and he’s your son.
Candy
Holy shit!
The one-night stand… My hands are trembling and my heart’s beating out of control as I flashbacks of the night enter my head. Dan, my best friend from high school, was getting married. I was best man, and I booked the whole damn bachelor party—the hotel, car, and flights. I remember having a one-night stand, and I was pretty wasted that weekend.
But, I used a condom. I’m like 99% sure that I used one, just so that I didn’t get in trouble. Like I seem to have done now. Besides, Vegas is fucking notorious for one-night stands. I scratch my head as I now realize her name.
Candy!
That’s it. I kept teasing her asking if she’s ‘as sweet as candy,’ and I meant from the waist down. She can’t just come here and drop a baby on me. What was she doing during those eleven months? Why didn’t she try and get in contact then?
I avoid going to the living room where Aria’s still making the noises with the baby. I get my phone from my back pocket and call Dan. Shit, we’ve got to go back to Vegas. We need to find Candy. I shut the door and start making the call.
“Dan.”
“Hey, man, surprised you’re up. You were pretty wasted last night.”
Fuck the small talk.
“Who’s that?”
Right then, little Richard starts crying again as I pace in the hallway to avoid going directly into the living room.
“That’s exactly what I’m calling you about.”
He starts laughing. “You’re a daddy.”
“Look, it’s not funny. Some chick just left a note and said that I’m the daddy.”
“Shit, I thought they only did that type of shit in movies.”
I’ll say, but for the first time, this is happening to me in real life. I think that maybe he’s right. I was pretty wasted last night, so this could be a bad dream. It must be as I look up and see Aria in front of me trying to soothe Richard. I only have nightmares with her in them.
But, I’m not fucking delusional. There is a baby in front of me. My dreams are vivid, but not so fucking real that I’m walking around with this killer of a hangover. Whatever Aria’s doing to Richard, it’s not working.
Her phone rings and she starts walking toward me. “You take him. Maybe he wants his daddy.”
Again, Dan starts laughing. “Shit, you are a daddy. Don’t go anywhere. I’m coming over, and I’m bringing the boys. They’ll love to see this.”
Any other time, I would join in and have a
laugh too, but when it comes at my expense it’s not fucking funny. I’m balancing my phone in one hand and Richard in the other. That’s when I notice something.
Aria laughs as she comes back into the room. “See, he did want his daddy. Good luck, Noah. I’ve got to get a job.”
Then she leaves. What the fuck is she talking about? She works here on the ranch. What job?
I attempt to put little Richard back into his basket. Every time I do, he starts crying. I still need a DNA test. The fact that Richard’s winding me up kind of proves that he’s mine, but it’s not enough to convince me. I can’t do this. Not all day. I’ve got a hangover to get rid of, horses that I need to tend to. My day’s filled with chores, and none of them involve looking after a baby.
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