by Sue MacKay
A new baby of her own?
Nurse Emma Hayes was happy being a surrogate to give her best friend, Abbie, her baby. She has her own daughter, Rosie, and everything she needs. Until handsome ER doc Nixon Wright gets under her skin!
Having lost his family young, Nixon is wary of falling in love. But there’s something about Emma… Soon he’s fallen under her spell, with very unexpected consequences!
Nevertheless, Emma faces the New Year full of hope for the future. But will the new baby they’ve created together be enough to melt Nixon’s frozen heart?
The Ultimate Christmas Gift
Best friends, a surrogate baby and a chance for love…
Best friends Emma Hayes and Abbie Cook will do anything for each other. So when nurse Abbie asks Emma if she’ll be her surrogate and carry the baby she longs for, of course she doesn’t refuse.
But as Christmas comes, it’s not just the new baby that turns their lives upside down. Because for both women there’s a chance for love…if they’re only brave enough to take it!
Read Abbie and Callum’s story in
The Nurse’s Special Delivery
And discover Emma and Nixon’s story in
Her New Year Baby Surprise
Both available now!
Dear Reader,
A woman having a baby for someone else has to be one of the most unselfish gifts she can ever give. I know people who have children from surrogate mothers and how this has changed their lives in a very positive way. This has always been a story I’ve wanted to write, and when better than in a duet with the wonderful Louisa George?
Emma Hayes is a solo mother with a big heart, and when her best friend cannot carry her pregnancies to full term it is only natural for her to offer to have Abbie’s baby.
It is this generosity and kindness and her courage that has Dr. Nixon Wright sitting up and taking notice of Emma as more than a nurse and casual friend. But while his heart is leading him into love, his history is hauling on the brakes and trying to keep him safe and single. Of course his heart’s going to win, but Emma won’t make it easy for him. If she’s going to love him back she wants the whole deal, not just the pieces Nixon offers.
I hope you enjoy reading this story to find out how Nixon wins over Emma as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Cheers,
Sue MacKay
[email protected]
HER NEW YEAR BABY SURPRISE
Sue MacKay
Books by Sue MacKay
Harlequin Medical Romance
Reunited…in Paris!
A December to Remember
Breaking All Their Rules
Dr. White’s Baby Wish
The Army Doc’s Baby Bombshell
Resisting Her Army Doc Rival
Pregnant with the Boss’s Baby
Falling for Her Fake Fiancé
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To my duet partner and wonderful writing friend, Louisa George. Loved writing a duet with you again.
Hugs, Sue.
Praise for Sue MacKay
“I highly recommend this story to all lovers of romance: it is moving, emotional, a joy to read!”
—Goodreads on A December to Remember
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
EPILOGUE
EXCERPT FROM CHRISTMAS WITH THE BEST MAN BY SUSAN CARLISLE
CHAPTER ONE
‘JUST LOVE HER, OKAY?’ Emma Hayes told her best friend as exhaustion from giving birth ripped through her aching, painful body and threatened to tip her into sleep. Sleep, where she could hide for a while. Then she’d wake up and still have to face up to the fact she’d had Abbie’s baby for her and now her own arms were empty.
Abbie didn’t raise her eyes from the precious bundle she held against her breast as she replied, ‘I already do. I’m besotted. Completely. And I love you with all my heart.’
Aww, sniff. More damned tears. ‘I know you do.’ There’d never been any doubt. Love had been why she’d done this crazy, amazing, scary thing in the first place. ‘This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t, and if I didn’t reciprocate those feelings.’
Sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, Abbie leaned into Emma, mindful of the baby cradled between them. ‘I can’t describe my feelings. All the waiting and hoping and now here she is.’ She brushed a kiss over Em’s wet cheek. ‘Thank you so much. Again.’
Emma lightly wound her arms around her friend and their precious bundle. ‘Stop saying that, okay?’ She didn’t want gratitude; she didn’t need to be thanked. That they’d come through the pregnancy without an argument said a lot for their friendship, but then, it’d been strong since the day they met at Queenstown Primary more than twenty years ago. But at the moment, the only thing she knew for certain was a few minutes to herself were imperative if she was to keep her equilibrium now that she’d given birth. ‘Go be a mum while I get some shut-eye.’
She needed to fall into the haze filling her head to forget the pain of the birth and remember only the relief that everything had gone well, despite the baby arriving early. Happiness and sadness wound together in her heart at the wonder in Abbie’s eyes as she gazed down on the tiny, beautiful little girl tucked into a pink hospital blanket. A child who’d never know her father; who had been created through artificial insemination.
One of the two most beautiful girls in the world. Emma’s heart swelled with love and longing. ‘Rosie.’ Suddenly, more than anything in the world, Emma needed to hold her own daughter. Her other daughter, barely five and full of energy and mischief.
No! Don’t go there. Grace is Abbie’s. Always has been, always will be.
Snatching up the phone, she texted her mother.
It’s over. Baby’s gorgeous. Please bring Rosie to me. Xx
Abbie looked up, her eyes filled with awe and trepidation. ‘This is for real, isn’t it? This is where I get to step up to the mark and be a mum in all ways possible except carrying her myself.’ Tears streamed down Abbie’s cheeks. ‘This is why you gave me such a precious gift. To be a mother.’ Her voice trailed off in a whisper, the last words barely audible.
‘Isn’t it the best?’ Emma whispered back around a lump in her throat and a dash of emptiness. But not one regret. Abbie deserved good things. If there’d been a moment when being the mummy tummy might’ve been difficult, Emma suspected it would’ve been minutes ago when the midwife had handed Abbie the baby, not her. But no. She’d been fine about it, hadn’t had a sudden change of heart, so she now reiterated, ‘Grace has been yours since conception.’ Abbie’s and Michael’s, though he would never get to see his daughter, never hold her or know her. His only role in the pregnancy had been to leave sperm in the bank for this very day.
Emma bit down on a soft smile.
I did the right thing by them.
Abbie and Michael had stood by her through the hideous, violent days of her marriage as much as her family had. They’d helped pick up the scattered pieces of her dreams afterwards, had shown with their own strong love for each other that she could make a life with Rosie without looking back. That they c
ould be a family without a man in her life. Not that she’d ever been in the market for a new husband. No, thank you very much. Been there, had the bruises and fractures to show for it.
Her friends had also made sure she and Rosie never went without fun and laughter. This had been her way of returning the love. Knowing the baby would be living next door in the adjoining apartment would make everything easier to come to terms with. Abbie was not rushing out of Queenstown to some place else in New Zealand to keep her daughter to herself. Though who knew where she might end up if the Scotsman pulled his head out of his backside and found he couldn’t live without Abbie. Right now, she wanted to throttle him for hurting Abbie with his uncertainties.
They’d always been there for each other on the days when Rosie wouldn’t stop crying and Emma needed a break, or other days where Abbie couldn’t cope with losing Michael. Their friendship was solid, and it would take a hurricane of massive proportions to break it. Today, with a baby and a broken heart to deal with, Abbie needed her support more than ever.
‘If only I had that with a man.’
‘Had what?’ Abbie asked without taking her eyes off Grace.
‘The same trust and sharing and loving and laughs—and tears—you had with Michael.’
Abbie’s head shot up, surprise widening her eyes. ‘That’s a shift in your thinking.’
‘Told you I needed sleep. Must be baby brain.’ She did not want a man in her life. The only man she’d loved unreservedly had developed a pair of fast and hard fists along with a cruel mouth. She wasn’t going to repeat that experience in an attempt to find love. Only the unwise didn’t learn from their mistakes, and Alvin had been a mistake. Definitely better off without a man in her life, and the reason she turned down any—the few—date invitations. Her body was safe, and, more importantly, Rosie was protected. There was already plenty of love in her life—Rosie, Abbie, and her fiercely protective brothers and father, and her ever patient mother. Who needed someone special when she was surrounded by those guys? Talk about greedy. Not everyone got so lucky.
‘Any man in particular causing this left-field idea? An emergency specialist by any chance?’ asked her cheeky friend.
‘Nixon and I get on fine as friends. I turned him down for a date once.’
‘You never told me.’ Abbie eyeballed her, then grinned. ‘Mr Cool isn’t as uninvolved as he’d like you to think.’
Sigh. ‘Yeah, right. I had enough going on with the pregnancy and Rosie. I didn’t need complications with a man.’
Abbie smiled sadly. ‘Guess I can’t argue with that today considering Cal has just dumped me.’
Ping!
Saved by the phone.
Nearly there. Princess couldn’t wait any longer. Mum. Xxx
Then the baby—
Grace, Emma, her name is Grace.
The baby gave a small cry and Emma’s breasts tightened painfully. Breasts that did not have a role to play in feeding this gorgeous infant.
Abbie looked up, panic in her eyes. ‘What now?’
‘You feed her. Food, warmth, love.’ Under the blanket, Emma’s hands clenched against the urge to reach for the baby to place her on her breast. No surprise here. Her body didn’t understand it was no longer the mother, despite the repeated messages from her brain. All it heard were the calls from her heart.
The midwife bustled into the room. ‘Did I hear Baby cry? She’ll be wanting to be fed.’ Her eyes flicked to Emma, and she gave an almost imperceptible lopsided nod as if to ask, How are you doing?
Emma nodded back. Okay, she mouthed.
But take them away so my breasts can settle down.
‘She’s making noises like she’s hungry,’ Abbie muttered, still gazing at the baby, only now with trepidation.
‘You’ll be fine, Abbie.’ The midwife had all the reassuring words and actions. The baby hadn’t latched on when first placed against her mother’s breast, but hopefully now she would. ‘We’ll go along to the nursery and I’ll start you learning to breastfeed. Emma needs to rest.’ She helped Abbie to her feet.
‘Right.’ Abbie held Grace as though afraid of dropping her as she moved out of the room. With her injured arm, it was a distinct possibility, so it was no wonder she held her daughter carefully.
Emma’s eyes tracked her until she disappeared around the corner, a lump the size of Lake Wakatipu in her throat and her chest painfully tight. Abbie and Grace. Her friend and her daughter. Her daughter? Or Abbie’s? Definitely Abbie’s. But…
No buts.
Where’s Rosie?
A fierce ache throbbed in her breasts and there was nothing she could do to appease it. Bizarre didn’t begin to describe the fact that Abbie was able to breastfeed her daughter. ‘The wonder of modern-day drugs.’ Emma carefully slid further down the bed. The irony being that she would need something to help with stopping her milk supply, or at least to dull the pain while nature ran its course. Uncomfortable days were ahead, then hopefully everything would settle down and she’d get back to life as she knew it—raising Rosie and working day shifts in the emergency department downstairs; saving for a deposit on a house and keeping her head below the radar when it came to men.
‘Mummy, where’s the baby? Can I hold it?’ Rosie raced into the room, staring all about. ‘I can’t see the baby.’ She leapt onto the bed and lifted the cover to peer underneath.
Emma gasped at the sudden movement. ‘Easy. Mummy’s sore.’
‘Where is it?’
‘It’s a little girl and her name is Grace, darling. She’s gone to the nursery with Abbie,’ Emma explained and had to bite down on the chuckle brought on by her daughter’s disappointment.
‘But I want to hold her.’
At least she wasn’t jealous. The midwife had warned that Rosie could initially be anti the baby, might see her as competition for her mother’s affections. But these were unusual circumstances.
‘Rosie, love, remember what I told you?’ Emma’s mother appeared in the doorway. ‘The baby will be tired and only Abbie can hold her just now. You’ll get a turn soon.’
Really? Would Rosie go along with having to wait? Emma raised an eyebrow at her mother. They were good at talking like this around a certain little madam.
A nod. A frown. An eloquent shrug. Then in real speak, ‘I’ve been fobbing off demands to come see you since I picked her up. Daniel got tied up with a client and couldn’t make it,’ she explained. ‘When I received your text we were already pulling into the car park, the word “no” having long gone out the window. She was far more interested in the baby than what happened at school.’
‘That’s saying something.’ Emma laughed. Rosie believed school had been created just for her.
‘Where’s the nursy?’ Rosie bounced up and down on the bed.
‘Nursery,’ Emma corrected automatically as she tensed against the sharp pain brought on by the bed turning into Rosie’s trampoline. ‘Can you sit still, love?’
‘What’s the nursy?’ The bounces reduced in severity but didn’t stop.
‘Nursery. It’s where the babies sleep while they’re in the hospital.’ In this case anyway. Emma reached for her girl. ‘Got a hug for Mummy?’
Little arms wound tightly around her neck. ‘A big, big, big one, Mummy.’ And a sloppy kiss apparently.
Not to mention the elbow in her belly. Carefully dislodging Rosie’s arm, she kissed her daughter’s forehead. ‘Thank you, darling.’
‘Do you like my hug, Mummy? It’s special for you.’
Tears sprang into Emma’s eyes, and she tightened her hold on her daughter. Pressing her face into the abundant dark curls, she sniffed and croaked, ‘It’s the best hug ever.’ It really, really was, and she might need plenty of them over the coming days.
‘How are you, sweetheart?’ Her mum kissed her gently on the other cheek and passed over a handful of tissues.
‘I’m good. About everything. Though I feel like a freight truck’s driven through me.’
&nbs
p; There was doubt in those knowledgeable eyes that she’d known all her life. Not even shock tactics had diverted her mum from her real mission. ‘When do you see the psychologist?’
Give me strength.
That was the last person she wanted to talk to, but there’d be no avoiding that particular conversation. It was part of the surrogacy deal she’d signed that she talk to everyone this side of the Crown Ranges about her feelings. If the shrink lady didn’t come looking for her then her mother would be hauling her to the counsellor’s rooms herself.
‘In a couple of days, unless I need her sooner. Honestly, Mum, I’m fine. When Grace cried, I felt a tug on the heartstrings, but she has always been Abbie’s baby and nothing’s changed.’
Nothing I can’t handle. I hope.
Hell, what if she couldn’t manage, was crippled with longing for the baby that wasn’t hers?
Her mum cut through the sudden pain in her head. ‘If you’re sure.’
‘I am,’ she answered more forcefully than she intended. Pushing the demons back into their box? ‘At the moment I’m more in need of sleep.’
Her mother smiled her special mum smile and gently pushed the hair away from Emma’s forehead. ‘I’m proud of you. I don’t think I could’ve done what you have.’
More tears. ‘Thanks, Mum. You got a hug for me too?’ Why did she need so many?
Rosie squirmed in close, pushing her way under Emma’s right arm. ‘Me, too, Mummy. I love hugs, don’t I?’
‘This a hug fest?’ The booming question came from across the room.
Emma’s eyes flew open. Nixon stood at the entrance, looking uncertain of his welcome. ‘Hey. You want to join in?’
‘Me? I don’t think so. There’s a crowd already.’
‘Chicken.’ The challenge slipped out with no input from her brain. No problem, he’d refuse. He’d asked her out about six months ago. With every other available female, and some not so available, swooning at his feet, she knew she’d shocked him by saying no. She wanted nothing more to do with dating men, or so she’d told herself over and over since that day, trying not to wonder what it would’ve been like going out with Nixon. Once he learned she was pregnant, he’d got over his shock quick smart and they’d started getting on great guns as friends. Perfect. Really? Was it perfect?