The Daddy Verdict

Ben laughed. “I think Sara does more than put up with you.”

“You’ve come to accept her.”

“Yeah, almost like a sister. She’s a straight talker and you know I appreciate that.”

“What about Corrie? Sam mentioned he thought the two of you got along really well when you flew home to help us lay floors in his new house.”

His brother Sam was a newlywed, too. “I like Corrie. She’s not quite as open and free as Sara, but anyone who loves animals like Sam does has a good heart. She’s pretty honest about what she thinks, too.”

“Women these days are like that.”

Ben thought about Sierra…their news. He didn’t keep secrets from his brothers. Well, that wasn’t completely true. He hadn’t told them about the death threat. He wouldn’t, either. Yet that was different. “My life got a little more complicated recently.”

“Work?” Nathan asked.

“Not this time. I…uh…” He suddenly felt tongue-tied. “I found out I’m going to be a father.”

The silence told Ben that Nathan was thinking how best to respond. Finally his brother asked, “Are congratulations in order?”

“You mean, am I happy about it? I’m still trying to get used to the idea. But the more I think about it, yeah, I think I’m happy about it. You know how I love spending time with Kyle.” His nephew was one of his favorite people.

“So you’re involved with someone?”

“Not exactly.”

“You’d better explain that.”

Ben blew out a sigh. He had to admit his stupidity to his brother. “I messed up. First time ever. Remember the engagement party I told you about?”

“The one in Santa Fe, where Miguel asked you to be best man.”

“Yeah. Well, Camille’s maid of honor and I started talking. One thing led to another, and she’s pregnant.”

“You’ve been dating her since the party? You didn’t say a word.”

“No, I haven’t been dating her. After that night, she left. I just figured it was a night she didn’t want to repeat. But she turned up at my office to give me the news.”

“So she’s there with you this weekend?”

“We decided to come together. I mean, we drove together. We’re here separately. Nothing’s going to happen.”

Nathan was quiet, then replied wryly, “Something already did. You advised both me and Sam to be careful about custody issues. Is it going to be a problem for you?”

“I don’t know yet. I don’t know Sierra that well. That’s partially why I suggested we come together this weekend.”

“Does she want the baby?”

“She seems to and said she wouldn’t consider an abortion.”

“You know a good custody lawyer?”

“Sure do. I hope it’s not going to come to that. Sierra hasn’t had roots. Her parents are anthropologists and move around a lot. On one hand, she could just take off and join them anytime. On the other hand, her aunt’s here and so is her shop. Sara would love the handmade jewelry.”

“Maybe Sara will get a chance to see it. That’s actually why I called. How would you like some company for Thanksgiving?”

“What brought this on?”

“Well, you know Sara and I have applied to adopt. Something could come through at any time. Once we have another child, traveling could be more difficult. Kyle wants to see those petroglyphs you tell him about whenever you visit. So we thought this might be a good time to take a trip. How do you feel about that?”

“I’m swamped at work and I didn’t know if I could fly out for Thanksgiving. So, yeah, it would be great. Dad won’t mind?”

“Nah. He and Val will spend it with Sam and Corrie and her dad. By Thanksgiving, there will hopefully be a baby to hold.”

Corrie’s due date was November 11. But with a first baby, Ben knew anything could happen. “If you fly out for Thanksgiving, you can give me your opinion of Sierra.”

“Does my opinion matter?”

“Sure it does. I checked out Sara before you got involved.”

“Yes, I guess you did.”

“I haven’t figured out Sierra yet. She says she doesn’t want anything from me. She says she can raise this child alone. But that’s not going to happen.”

“Just be careful, Ben, especially if you want to be a dad.”

“I’ll be careful. Remember, I know the ins and outs of the law.”

A few minutes later after Ben said goodbye to his brother, he pocketed his phone. Then he went downstairs to find Miguel, eager to see Sierra walk down the aisle. Weddings seemed to bring out both the best and the worst in people since they were highly emotionally charged events. He’d be watching Sierra carefully throughout the day, to see if she was the sincere woman she seemed to be. Actions always spoke louder than words.

Then he would decide exactly what he was going to do about the custody issue.

Chapter Three

Ben felt poleaxed as Sierra walked down the aisle toward him. He stood beside Miguel to the left side of the arch waiting for the main event—the bride marching down the aisle with her father. But first, her maid of honor prepared the way.

Sierra’s gown had been encased in a garment bag so he’d had no idea what it would look like. He’d never quite expected this. The turquoise fabric was filmy and floaty. The expression on her face got to him. She was thoroughly happy for her friends. He caught the sheen of tears in her eyes as she gripped her bouquet tighter.

They hadn’t rehearsed since only two of them were in the wedding party, but Miguel had told Ben what to do. He walked to the center of the aisle to meet Sierra and let her hook her arm into his as he escorted her to the right side of the arch. She held on to him as if the moment might be too emotion-filled for her to handle alone. But then she released him, stepped away, independent and so very beautiful. He could only stare at her for a moment before he once more took his place beside Miguel.

Tearing his attention from Sierra, he heard the swell of music created by the guitars and violins located to the side of the guests, then focused on the bride as she walked up the aisle.

He tapped Miguel’s shoulder. “You’re a lucky man.”

But as Miguel murmured, “I know,” and stepped to meet his bride in the middle of the aisle, Ben’s gaze fell again on Sierra. Their eyes locked and held, but then she looked away to watch Camille’s father hand his daughter to her future husband.

The minister motioned them forward and the ceremony began.

The ceremony, however, didn’t make an impact as Camille handed her bouquet to Sierra, as the couple bowed their heads in prayer, as they exchanged vows and then rings. Ben’s mind whirred with future pictures of Sierra as a mother with a newborn in her arms, rocking the baby to sleep, feeding the son or daughter that was a part of him.