His Very Own Baby. Rebecca Winters
He may not like this arrangement, but he urged me to accept your conditions because he knows I’ll never be happy if I lose Nicky. That’s the kind of man he is, so don’t say anything more about him.” Her voice trembled.
Judging by the way his expression closed up, she’d done a better job of acting than she’d supposed.
“I called for breakfast to be sent up. It should be here any minute. While we’re waiting, let’s make a list of the things we’ll need for our happy home.”
She bit her lip. “There isn’t much space to work with in your trailer.”
“We’ll make room. I prefer cozy to palatial.”
Alik had never been able to tolerate his parents’ ostentatious lifestyle. He found it obscene to flaunt money, and much preferred to do humanitarian kinds of gestures behind the scenes. In that way alone, he was a remarkable man. If she got started on all his wonderful traits, she wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Well, obviously we’ll need a crib. I can send for the rest of Nicky’s clothes.”
He made a sound of exasperation. “I doubt a six-week-old baby has an elaborate wardrobe. We’ll shop for the items he needs. After your sudden exit from my world, the experience of buying things for my own daughter or son was something I never expected to happen in my lifetime.
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