Baby's First Homecoming

“It wasn’t like that.”

“It was entirely like that. No wonder she was hurt and confused.”

“She had no right to pawn Jamie off on strangers.”

“We’re all guilty of making bad decisions we later regret.”

True. Clay was a walking, talking example. “I told her I want joint custody of Jamie.”

“Is she agreeable?”

Clay thought back to how he and Sierra had parted yesterday at Ethan’s apartment and her vehement protests. “She’d prefer I start with supervised visitation. I told I have no intention of being an every-other-weekend father.”

His mother reached over and covered his hand with hers. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but why not?”

“I’ve always wanted kids. That was one of the reasons Jessica and I divorced.”

“I remember how devastated you were when she miscarried.”

“She didn’t want children, Mom. She couldn’t have been more relieved.” Clay was the one who’d grieved over the loss. When he’d discovered not long after that Jessica was secretly taking birth control pills, their shaky marriage had rapidly deteriorated. “This is a second chance for me.”

“I worry that you’re so busy. You work seven days a week at the rodeo arena. You’re at Powell Ranch at least two days a week helping Gavin with the stud and breeding business. And then there’s the wild-mustang sanctuary. How are you going to fit raising a child, a young child at that, into your life?”

“I’ll hire more help if necessary.”

“I suppose you could.”

“What happened to the happy grandmother?”

“I’m thrilled, of course. And I’ve always liked Sierra. It’s just such a huge responsibility and an enormous adjustment. I think the two of you should proceed slowly. Whatever decisions you make must be best for everyone, especially little Jamie. Let him get used to Sierra before you start taking him.”

His mother made sense, but Clay wasn’t convinced. He had a lot of catching up to do with Jamie.

“Would you like to see him?”

She brightened. “I can’t wait.”

“Let’s go over there now.”

“This second?”

“Sure.”

“Shouldn’t you call Sierra first?”

“She’s already expecting me. I told her yesterday I’d be by.”

“But not that you’d be bringing me.”

“You’re Jamie’s grandmother.”

“Have you told your father yet?”

He shook his head.

“Don’t you think you should?”

“I will. Later this week.” Clay may be at odds with Bud, but he wouldn’t deny the man his grandson. Not like Sierra had denied him.

“Tell you what.” Blythe hopped off her stool. “You call Sierra while I change into slacks.”

Two minutes later, Clay was shutting the Arcadia door behind him as he went onto his mother’s back patio to make the call. He didn’t want her hearing the conversation in case Sierra gave him more grief.

She answered the house phone on the second ring.

“It’s Clay.”

“Oh, hi.”

He ignore her lack of enthusiasm. “I should be there in about a half-hour, forty-five minutes tops.”

“It’s not a good time. Jamie’s napping.”

“He’ll wake up eventually. Won’t he?”

“Yes—”

“We can wait.”

“We?”

“My mother’s coming with me.”

Silence followed.

“We won’t stay too long, I promise.”

“All right. But in the future, I need more than a moment’s notice you’re bringing someone with you.”

“She’s my mother.”

“Even so.”

“Until we hammer out the custody agreement, I’m going to see Jamie every day. I’m more than willing to work out a schedule that’s convenient for both of us.”

“You don’t get to dictate all the rules, Clay.” There was an unaccustomed edge to her tone.

“Neither do you. Not anymore.”