his
face. He held the door open as he raised his voice to be heard over
the din. "Wes has got the baby!"
Cecily rose to her feet, ignoring
the excited exclamations from her family as she walked to the door.
She could have closed her eyes and still made her way through the
crowd without a single misstep. This moment had been frozen in her
mind for twenty years, every sight, sound, and smell.
What she hadn't counted on was the
emotion. Addie was the only child of her eldest daughter, the only of
her many grandchildren to grow up without being surrounded by family
at every turn. Cecily had done her best to replace the parents Addie
had lost, but she'd worried for years about the girl's penchant for
being alone.
Not anymore. Wesley Saxon had blown
into Addie's life like a hurricane, bringing with him all the things
that her granddaughter had needed. Love, trust, family—someone
to be there for her in the good times and the bad.
And today...
Cecily looked up, and there he was,
standing in the doorway with a smile so wide it almost split his face
in two. Wes cradled a small, screaming bundle of white blanket, and
his smile grew even wider as he transferred the baby to her arms.
"His name is John Wesley."
She looked down at the baby for a
moment, drinking in the sight of his reddened face and the tiny knit
cap that covered his head. He quieted a little and opened his big
blue eyes, and it was just as she remembered.
"Hello, Johnny," she
whispered.
The End
About the Author
How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take
a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed with
paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for
gritty urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine,
and enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.
By day, Bree and Donna are
mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep South. At night, when
their husbands and children are asleep, they combine forces to
unleash the product of their fevered imaginations upon the page. To
learn more about this romance writing, crime fighting duo, visit
their webpage at http://www.moirarogers.com .
(Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the
aforementioned fevered imaginations.)
face. He held the door open as he raised his voice to be heard over
the din. "Wes has got the baby!"
Cecily rose to her feet, ignoring
the excited exclamations from her family as she walked to the door.
She could have closed her eyes and still made her way through the
crowd without a single misstep. This moment had been frozen in her
mind for twenty years, every sight, sound, and smell.
What she hadn't counted on was the
emotion. Addie was the only child of her eldest daughter, the only of
her many grandchildren to grow up without being surrounded by family
at every turn. Cecily had done her best to replace the parents Addie
had lost, but she'd worried for years about the girl's penchant for
being alone.
Not anymore. Wesley Saxon had blown
into Addie's life like a hurricane, bringing with him all the things
that her granddaughter had needed. Love, trust, family—someone
to be there for her in the good times and the bad.
And today...
Cecily looked up, and there he was,
standing in the doorway with a smile so wide it almost split his face
in two. Wes cradled a small, screaming bundle of white blanket, and
his smile grew even wider as he transferred the baby to her arms.
"His name is John Wesley."
She looked down at the baby for a
moment, drinking in the sight of his reddened face and the tiny knit
cap that covered his head. He quieted a little and opened his big
blue eyes, and it was just as she remembered.
"Hello, Johnny," she
whispered.
The End
About the Author
How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take
a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed with
paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for
gritty urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine,
and enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.
By day, Bree and Donna are
mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep South. At night, when
their husbands and children are asleep, they combine forces to
unleash the product of their fevered imaginations upon the page. To
learn more about this romance writing, crime fighting duo, visit
their webpage at http://www.moirarogers.com .
(Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the
aforementioned fevered imaginations.)
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