The Cowboy's Secret Baby: BWWM Cowboy Pregnancy Romance (Young Adult First Time Billionaire Steamy African American) by Christin Jensen

this nasty world.  “I would certainly have done better if I’d known where my father’s reticence came from. – Dad had served in Vietnam, see, and he was driving the car when my mother died.”
    “Oh, Farris, I’m so sorry,” Clarice exclaimed.  “And then I blundered in with my own problems and brought the whole thing out in the open.”
    “Don’t be sorry,” he replied gruffly.  “I needed to come to terms with the thing. – But all this seems a damn far cry from us riding off into the sunset with our child and being happy.”
    “There’s never a fairy tale ending,” Clarice told him, “even though both of us tried hard not to face reality.  Even the daytime soap operas are more realistic.”
    Farris quirked a bitter smile.  “I’m not sure I could take to marrying a whole cast serially, even if the Supreme Court says I could,” he joked. “Anyway, I love you, and I want things to work out between us.”  He nodded toward the crib.  “As for little John Thomas, he’s just unbelievable.  Did he eat okay at lunch?”
    Clarice smiled.  “I knew one of the nurses had been talking to you.  Hopefully, Dr. Shaunessy will explain to us what we need to do these next few days.  I’m almost afraid to think beyond that.”
    “We’ll have to spend some time in Sewanee; that’s for certain,” Farris admitted.  “The fairy tales never mention all the legal and financial complications that are possible. I love your website, by the way.  That’s partly young Angus’ doing, isn’t it?”
    “Angus has been a big help,” Clarice admitted, “and he’s talented, too.  It would be amusing if it turns out I got my artistic ability from the Pirtle line.”
    “Well, you certainly didn’t get it from Maurice de Saxe,” Farris quipped, smiling.  “Actually, a talent like yours must be an individual gift, not something from a blood line. – Look at the Bach family.  Terry McGee listens to the old man’s music when he’s figuring the estate books, says it helps him keep his head straight.  None of the Bach kids were ever anything more than mediocre.”
    “My, you have got a good liberal arts education for a horse breeder,” Clarice teased.
    Time moved on, as time so inconsiderately does, and soon it was time for Clarice and the baby to leave the hospital.  “I’ve hired an ambulance to get them back to Sewanee,” Farris told John Pirtle while they worked their way through the release forms and paid the balances left after Clarice’s insurance paid.  “I would have hired a Hummer limo, but Angus told me some of those roads are not so good.”
    “I notice the staff is calling Clarice ‘Mrs. Croxton’,” Pirtle remarked.  “You all planning to make good on that?”
    Farris sighed.  “As always, that depends on Clarice.  I haven’t wanted to push her. – But I’ve got to get back to Kentucky in the next week or so.  Both Bolivia and Bellona have just foaled again, and I need to check out the little ones.”
    “I understand,” Pirtle told him.  “Just remember that Angus and I are always just a phone call away. – Young Underhill has filed a Temporary Restraining Order to keep Marion from bothering Clarice and John Thomas; you’ll probably see the news about it in the tabloids.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 16
     
    Farris followed along behind the ambulance as she managed its way through the bumpy dirt roads to Clarice’s humble home. He had dedicated himself to staying on at least the first few weeks while she managed herself and his newborn son. He glanced around the rigidly old place. Despite her work, this was no place to raise a child in and he knew it. His stomach churned at the thought of his only son and love of his life trapped in this place with that wench looming around. Not on my watch . He growled to himself. The transport was slow into the house, but finally mother and baby were settled for a long night’s rest. He walked the small place,