Having My Baby Read Online Free

plummeted at the man’s words. “Why are you here? Why would you lie?”
    “I’m sorry, I really am. At the time I made a donation I desperately needed the money. I wasn’t thinking.”
    “But CryoCorp verifies all donors’ information.”
    “I have connections.”
    She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “That’s horrible,” she said. “You’re horrible. You wrote down everything you thought a woman would want in a man—in their own child—all lies—all the way down to the color of your eyes.” She frowned. “They couldn’t even verify the color of your eyes?”
    He shrugged. “I know. I was a little surprised about that myself.”
    “Is there anything you wrote in the questionnaire that wasn’t a lie?”
    His forehead crinkled as he tried to think.
    “So you’re telling me the father of my child is a lying, no-good, compassionless child-loathing, meat-eating, brown-eyed football player?”
    “Now wait a minute, what’s wrong with brown eyes?”
    She laid the palm of her hand on her forehead. She wasn’t ever supposed to meet the father of her baby. No man could ever come close to the man she’d imagined was the father of her baby, not even Thomas. Sure, this man was beyond handsome, and she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit he could kiss like nobody else, but a gorgeous and amazing kisser did not a good donor candidate make.
    “The father of my baby is a big fat liar,” she said as if he wasn’t right there. “He’s just like all the rest of the men out there—nothing special at all—just an egotistical, selfish, horrible, lying—”
    “You’ve made your point,” Derrick cut in, “but like I said, I had misgivings about what I had done. I knew it was wrong, which is why I wrote CryoCorp telling them to take me off of the donor list. I even sent their money back. I do have a conscience.”
    The ambulance sounded in the distance. She shut her eyes. “Go away. Just leave me alone.”
    “It’s not that easy.”
    She opened one eye. “What do you mean?”
    “You’re having my baby, my son. I’m not going anywhere. I can’t.”
    A long low sound of misery erupted as she raised her hands to his chest and pushed at his upper body in an attempt to get him to leave her alone. A pain shot through her belly and she dug her fingernails into his rock hard chest. “Oh, my God!”
    “What is it?”
    Warm liquid gushed from her lower extremities as her fingernails dug right through his shirt and into his skin. “This can’t be happening. Oh, my God! It’s too early.”
    “What’s wrong?” Sandy asked, her voice a high shrill.
    “My baby,” Jill said. “It’s coming. My baby’s coming!”
    In his haste to get away, Derrick Baylor, the man she refused to believe was the father of her baby, fell awkwardly to the floor between her and the front seats, and then scrambled backwards out the door.
     
    ~~~
     
    Thirteen hours later, tired of waiting in the hospital reception area, Derrick pushed open the door to Jill’s hospital room and peeked inside. Her redheaded friend, Satan, the one who was supposed to keep him updated while he sat in the lobby, had fallen asleep in a chair in the corner of the room while Jill’s other friend, the lady in blue, sat in a chair on the other side of Jill’s bed.
    Despite the paper mask he’d been handed before he entered the room, the smell of antiseptics was strong. He thought Jill might be asleep until the monitor beeped and she opened her eyes. Blindly, she reached out a hand and the lady in blue took hold of it and told her everything would be okay. Jill relaxed, but only until the monitor beeped again. This time her eyes opened wide. She and her friend began to breathe together, exhaling three small puffs of air, inhaling, and then starting over again.
    Jill looked as if she’d just finished a day at boot camp without benefit of water: her face pale, her lips dry and cracked. Her hair was damp and pushed back out of her