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"What do you mean the car won't be ready until Saturday?" Diana shouted into the phone. "You said it would be ready by Wednesday! Today is Wednesday! I want my car!" Somewhere, a baby wailed, and it was beginning to get on Diana's nerves. "What do you mean, the part is not here? If I can go to Boston and back in one day, you can damn well do the same!" The baby's cries became louder. "Would someone please shut that baby up!" she screamed, bringing Richard, whom she was trying to avoid, running to the front of the inn.
"Where is that baby crying at?" he wondered. There were no infants staying at the inn, that he recalled.
Diana hung the phone up on the mechanic with a bang and cocked her head. Where in the world was that crying coming from? Ahhh, the porch. Perhaps a mother had taken her baby outside, to keep from waking others...
She stalked out onto the porch and almost tripped over a baby carrier that contained a squawling baby, a blanket and a note.
"What the-?" Richard exclaimed, coming outside behind her.
"Don't touch anything!" Diana commanded, taking in the situation at once. "Get me a pair of gloves, will you?"
He went to do as she bid, the disposable gloves being kept in with the housekeeping supplies. Once he returned and she donned the gloves, she knelt down for the note, which was not in an envelope, and jiggled the carrier to calm the baby while she read aloud:
Dear Georgie,I remember the day we met at the park and I knew then you deserve this baby more than I. I'm not fit to take care of myself, let alone a child. You seem like a nice, deserving person. Please take my little Sabrina into your home and your heart and be her mother - the mother I could never be.
Lydia
"Lydia? Oh, no!" Richard ran to the front desk phone, dialled 911 and reported the abandonment, and then took the cell phone from his shorts pocket and dialed another number.
"Tom? It's Richard. There has been a baby left on the doorstep of the inn. Yes, I'm on the phone with 911 right now, but I think its going to need a doctor to...wait. Diana?" he called. Still wearing the gloves, but now carrying the baby in her arms, she stepped back indoors.
"Yes? Look! She just needed to be picked up!" The baby, who was indeed a girl, had snuggled down into Diana's arms and was quiet, but alert.
"It's a girl," he told his cell phone. "Yes, there was a note. Tom, the baby was left for Georgie by name, and although there is no last name, the note was signed Lydia. I thought you might. See you shortly."
The incident of the evening before seemed to have been forgotten in light of the abandoned baby. A couple of diapers had been tucked down into the carrier, and after being changed, Sabrina was now back in it and fast asleep. Diana worried, though, about what to do when she woke and needed to be fed.
Richard, wearing another pair of gloves, had put the note in a plastic bag and moved the carrier into the kitchen, where the two of them found themselves side by side, watching the sleeping infant.
"My car isn't ready yet. Might I stay a few more days? If you are allowed to keep this little angel, I can stay and help. My cousin has young ones that I've helped with over the past couple of years, so experience is not a problem."
"Of course, you can stay!" Richard said a little too anxiously. He turned to look down at her. "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to...I was so..."
"Jealous of the doctor?" There - she'd admitted it for him. He could only nod.
Diana put a hand on his arm and looked up into his brilliant blue eyes.
"You should know by now, Richard," she whispered, daring to say his name out loud for the first time in her life, "that there is only one person I'm interested in." Have been for years, she silently added.
Having put the baby's carrier in a quiet corner of the kitchen, she went into the dining room without another word and began to set everything up for breakfast. She was still in there, serving the cold breakfast Richard had decided was all he was going to have time to offer his guests, when the police arrived.
"Officer Parker would like to have a word with you when you are done," the colonel told her at one point, and she suggested the men have a cup of coffee while they waited. They were settled at a table in the dining room, and Richard had just returned to the kitchen, when Diana heard the baby begin to wail. She flew into the kitchen and retrieved her from the carrier.
"I'm not sure what to feed her though," she admitted after determining that the baby did not need to be changed, and therefore must be hungry. "We'll just have to wait for Tom to get here and check her out. Is the Lydia in the note the same as the Lydia who is his stepdaughter?"
"You've heard about her, then?" he wondered.
"From the twins. I wonder why she chose Georgie to take her baby?"
"I have no idea," the doctor admitted, coming into the kitchen at the tail end of her supposition. "As far as I know, they've only met once, briefly, late last year when Lizzie and Will got married."
"Richard," Diana suggested, "will you please ask the officers to come into the kitchen now? I believe everyone is fairly settled with breakfast. I'll bus the tables later." Now that she had finally dared use the colonel's first name, she found she liked it. There was something intimate about it to her, despite the fact that even the twins called him by his first name. Where were the children, anyway, she wondered of the doctor, who was examining his possible step-grandchild.
"I left them with Mrs. Reynolds, at the farm. She's the Darcy's housekeeper."
"Good idea," Richard agreed, coming back in with the policemen. The phone rang and he excused himself to answer it.
"Well, she looks healthy enough. A little undernourished, but that is easily remedied," the doctor told Diana and the officers, one of whom was taking down this information. "She appears to be about a month old. I'll write out a list of formulas to try, because I don't know what she might have a reaction to. Try this first," he said, taking a little notebook and pen out of his breast pocket and writing down a brand name Diana recognized, "and go from there. If the mother of this little sweetheart is our Lydia, I doubt she had the benefit of breast milk."
Richard, coming back into the kitchen, nodded in agreement and took the baby from the doctor.
"Diana has graciously agreed to stay a few more days, courtesy of the Meryton Garage, but she's going to want to rent a car and head home to New Jersey when she hears my news."
Diana, distracted by Richard as he unconsciously cuddled Sabrina to his chest, snapped out of her reverie. That the baby had quieted against him was not lost on her, either.
"Yes?"
"It seems I - we, if you agree - are going to keep the Bingley kids for a couple of days. Their Aunt Louisa has caught a cold, and she's afraid they will catch it, too. I said OK - what's three more, and if they take our little angel away..." He left it hanging and looked at the officers.
Diana was quick to notice the look, and jumped into the fray. "I can't think why we cannot keep this one, at least until the mother is found. If you wish to check our credentials, the military security clearance on both myself and Colonel Fitzwilliam is available. No need to do a further background check than that, although I know you will wish to have Social Services send a caseworker out to check on her. Oh, and that note should be dusted for fingerprints. If this Lydia is Dr. Bennet's stepdaughter, we might have a way of tracking her, but if it is another Lydia..." She left it hanging, not willing to jeopardize her tenuous connection with the baby by antagonizing the police.
"Thank you, Miss Forrester. We called the station and you can keep the baby for now. She seems to be in good hands. Social Services has been notified, and they are the ones who decide if she goes or stays, so you'll have to deal with them on that." He made a face. "We'll take the note. Thanks for being careful with it. Here's our card, and we'll be in touch." They left, as did the doctor, who said he had to go to the hospital and check on one of Charles' patients.
"I'm shocked," Diana admitted. "I thought they would be here longer than that."
"Well," Richard admitted, "I did give them all our information while you served breakfast, and it helps to have a good reputation with the local force." He didn't add that he had known the police chief since childhood.
"Are you going to hold that baby all day?" she now asked, because the little one was still snuggled up on his chest. "Or are you going to do some work? I have to run to the store and get more diapers, some formula and bottles, and whatever else I see that I think she needs. Definitely more clothes."
"OK. I'll bus those tables, then, since my temporary help is running out on me to go shopping. Take the inn's van. The keys are in my top desk drawer. I'll give you some money, too, to cover the baby's expenses..."
"No, that's not necessary. I have plenty. I...I'd better go now, while she's asleep. You are going to need some of this stuff well before I get back."
The picture of him standing there, tenderly holding Sabrina, was seared in her brain. She needed to get out of there and clear her head.
If someone had told Diana even earlier that morning that she was going to shop for a newborn, and love it, she would have said they were nuts. However, she did enjoy herself, heading straight for Wal-Mart. She could do some one-stop shopping and get back as soon as possible. It would be too much to hope the baby would still be sleeping by time she got back, because Diana knew she would be crying with hunger very soon.
She ran back into the inn an hour later, laden down with a zillion plastic bags, and was glad she had hurried. Not only was Richard walking up and down with a howling baby, but a toddler was trying to get into the pantry, a little boy was helping her, and a little girl about five was sitting at the kitchen table, beating a tattoo on the chair with her sneakers. The Bingley children must have arrived.
"Let me warm up some of this formula," she hollered over the baby, and Richard nodded gratefully. "You might want to check on those two," she added, pointing to the kids in the pantry, who had found a couple of large cans and were trying to peel the labels off them.
"Maddy," Richard asked patiently, "will you please get your brother and sister out of the pantry? I'll get you all settled as soon as we feed this baby."
Madeline Bingley did as she was told just as Richard's cell phone started ringing.
"Richard!"
"Georgie Girl, what in the...um...heck do you think you're doing, calling here all the time? Alex is going to divorce you if you don't spend some time with him." Mindful of the children, he checked his language just in time.
"What's that noise?" she said without preamble, ignoring his admonition.
"A baby, what do you think it is? Oh! The baby! Georgie, I'm glad you called. We had a baby left on the doorstep this morning."
"You WHAT?"
"Actually, you had a baby left on the doorstep this morning," he clarified, grinning into the phone. Diana, having hastily warmed the bottle, took the baby from the colonel and began to feed the hungry little mite. She drank so greedily, they both stopped and stared at each other in amazement.
"When was she last fed?" Diana whispered.
"Knowing babies, it could have been an hour ago," he replied. "What, Georgie? Oh, we were just feeding the baby."
"We? Is Diana still there? I thought you two had a fight..."
"Georgiana Bailey, when I want you to know about my personal life," he said coldly, "I will tell you. That goes for Maria Lucas, too."
"OK, OK, I was just worried about you. All alone at the inn, no help, everything falling down around your ears..." she added dramatically and then made one of her mercurial thought shifts, this time toward the practical. "Now tell me about this baby on the doorstep and how you know it's for me."
"The note had your name on it, for one thing, and it was signed Lydia. We suppose that was Lydia Bennet, but are not sure. You only met her once, briefly, at Will and Lizzie's wedding, as far as we know. But the note says you met at the park."
"The park? The park! I remember! That was Lydia Bennet? It could have been, I suppose. All I remember is a pregnant woman who was very sad. She left her baby to me? Richard! Have you called the police? Dr. Bennet? I can't have a baby!" she wailed. "I just got married!"
"Calm down, Georgie. Diana and I have taken care of everything. The police have been and gone, and Dr. Bennet checked her out. She's fine, and Diana has been to the store for baby supplies. We've got the Bingley kids here, too, and Diana doesn't know it yet, but I'm bunking them all down in the carriage house with her."
"The kids, too! Richard, what is going on there?"
"Seems Louisa Hurst caught a cold, and she didn't want the kids to get sick."
"Probably so she wouldn't have to nurse them, more than anything," Georgie retorted. She had little use for either of Charles' sisters.
"Probably," Richard dryly agreed. "I'm going to get Spit and put him up in the apartment for the night, too," he added with a grin for a surprised Diana. "Might as well throw them all in together."
"I have a better idea. Why don't you put Diana and the kids up at my house. There is more room for them to run around in, the baby won't disturb anyone at the inn, and there are more places for Spit to hide from Aaron and Grace."
"I don't care what Will says about you, Georgie. You are a jewel."
"I know," she smugly agreed. "Alex says so, too."
Diana moved the children to Georgie's beautiful Victorian house next door, but was too busy helping Richard move everyone's belongings to appreciate the architecture or the furnishings. He didn't hang around, though, citing work at the inn as his reason for deserting her with four children and a cat.
Aaron and Grace, as predicted, began chasing the poor cat around the house, but gave up the chase once Spit ran upstairs and Diana barricaded the stairs. Diana promised herself she would make it up to Spit later, if there was a can of tuna hanging around the house.
Thinking of food, she brought the baby carrier into the kitchen, and she and Maddy began to hunt through the cupboards for something to eat, the little girl chatting as they tried to decide on the lunch menu.
"Georgie says Alex eats too much junk," she reported, just as Diana found the pantry, which was filled with a lot of convenience foods. Including canned ravioli and some tuna, which she set aside for the cat. Diana silently thanked Dr. Bailey for his predisposition towards such stuff as she pulled out more cans. No child in his right mind ever turned down Chef Boy-Ar-Dee, at least not in her experience. She often fed it to her cousin Alyson's five kids behind her back...
"Is that so?" she answered Maddy, much amused as she allowed the little girl to help set the table. "What else does Georgie say?"
"Not much. She's too busy kissing Alex. Yuck! Mommy kisses Daddy a lot, too, and Lizzie and Will are really mushy. Mommy says they should get a room, but I thought they already had one. Their house is really big. Merry has her own room, and so does Kit, and they both live there. Richard doesn't have a lady to kiss though, and that makes Mommy sad."
"Oh? Why?" She was beginning to enjoy the world according to Jane Bingley, as repeated by her daughter. Opening the cans, she spooned the ravioli carefully into a sauce pan.
"Because she says Richard either likes men or has a girlfriend we don't know about."
Diana looked down at the pint-sized town crier at her side and started to laugh. She made herself another mental note: Never discuss adult matters if there is even the slightest indication a Bennet or Bingley child might be listening.
Once they were fed, and the tomato sauce hosed off Aaron and Grace, Diana found a small bedroom on the first floor and settled the two younger Bingleys down on the bed's old-fashioned chenille bedspread for a nap. She sent Maddy upstairs with a plate of tuna for Spit, and then sat down to feed Sabrina, who had woken just as the kids nodded off to sleep. Maddy came back downstairs, telling her Georgie and Alex had filled the old nursery with toys, and asking if she could go back upstairs and play. Diana agreed, and had just settled the baby back down when the doorbell rang.
"Yes?"
"Miss Diana Forrester?" The woman was tall and angular, with a beaky nose and a sour expression.
"Yes?"
"Mrs. Hill, Social Services. I'm here for the baby."
Diana reluctantly let the woman in. She didn't like the look of her, nor the clipped tones she used when she spoke, but if she played her cards right, she might get to keep the baby, at least temporarily.
"Yes, please, come in."
"Nice home," the other lady said, glancing about. "Is it yours?"
"No, it belongs to friends of mine," she lied, hoping she liked the Baileys well enough if she ever got to meet them. "Georgie and Alex are on their honeymoon, and Colonel Fitzwilliam..."
"Yes, I've met the colonel." Diana looked for a softening of the lady's features; if anyone could charm this old bat, it would be Richard. Her features didn't change. "He told me as much as he could," she added with a sniff. "It wasn't much. Where is the baby?"
Diana led her over to where the carrier sat on the floor, under a low table for protection, the baby sleeping like an angel. The social worker knelt down and pulled the carrier out into the open. That's when Diana saw the woman's features begin to thaw. She liked babies!
"Has she been asleep long?" Mrs. Hill whispered. "I don't want to wake her, but I need to pick her up."
"Here, let me help," Diana offered, eager to show off her infant care knowledge, earned on the job over the past several years at the expense of her cousin's children. She sent up a short prayer in praise of her cousin, who had insisted Diana learn how to take care of her babies.
"Hmmmm...hmmm..." The woman was aggravating an impatient Diana as she made noises in her throat while examining the baby, who was still sleeping. "Well, she looks OK. No bruises, no apparent abuse. The doctor's report said she was slight undernourished, but that can be remedied."
"I've already acquired formula, diapers and some other baby supplies." Taking a deep breath, she plunged in. "I know you must have foster homes set up for this, but if it is at all possible, I would like to keep her until a permanent placement is decided."
The social worker looked down her nose, literally, at the short, auburn-haired women in front of her, now holding the baby as if her life depended on her.
"Well, we have already checked into you, as requested by the Meryton Police Department, and you and the colonel have a very high clearance, indeed. Your backgrounds are both impeccable and my superior has decided you may keep the baby. For now. It doesn't hurt your case, Miss Forrester, that foster homes are in short supply. I will need the phone number to this house, to keep in touch, please."
Diana settled the baby back into her carrier and retrieved a business card from her purse. She wrote the Bailey number on the back after a quick glance at the phone on the table next to her purse, pretending she knew it by heart. "And my cell phone number is on the card, Mrs. Hill, in case I don't answer here. I may be next door at the inn."
"I see. Thank you, then, Miss Forrester." With another sniff, Mrs. Hill gathered her belongings and Diana walked her to the door. "We will be in touch."
"We will be in touch," Diana mocked after the social worker was gone. "Love that royal we," she added under her breath, hearing Maddy's light footfall on the stairs.
"Is the witch-looking lady gone?" Maddy wanted to know, peeking around the banister.
"Yes, Maddy. Gone, but not forgotten!"
"Diana, guess what? I found a cradle upstairs for the baby!"
The rest of the day went well enough for Diana. The Bingley children were full of energy, but they were generally well-behaved. She took all of them outside to play at one point, once the heat of the day had passed, and was pleasantly surprised when Richard came over, bringing a tray of homemade lemonade and oatmeal cookies.
"I, um, can't stay," he stammered, distracted by her tanned legs stretched out on a lounge chair as she and the baby sat under an old oak watching the other children. Even Spit was outside, but Diana told him he was staying out forever if he even looked at a tree.
"Mrow," he saucily replied.
"Conversing with cats, now, are we?" the colonel wondered, having regained some of his equilibrium. "I have to get back to the kitchen, but bring the kids over when you are ready and I'll feed them. I have pizza on the menu tonight."
"Goat cheese and spinach?" she teased.
The colonel, discomfited, coughed and replied in the affirmative. Diana laughed and said she thought cheese pizzas, with cheddar and mozzarella, would work just fine, and he agreed. But instead of leaving, he just stood there, staring. At her legs.
"Don't you have pizzas to make?" she queried.
"Oh, um, yeah. You know," he told her in parting, "we are going to need to talk about all this sometime."
"Yes, I know."
"But not today."
"No, not today."
Like she had that first day at the inn, she admired his figure as he hurried back to his work.
When Richard's cell phone rang late that evening, he knew it was Will.
"Hi cuz," he began.
"Richard, what is all this I hear from Georgie about a baby? Oh, wait a minute. Here's Elizabeth."
"Richard? The baby is Lydia's? How could she...why did she... Why Georgie?" she finally asked.
"Ah, now that is the ultimate question, isn't it? We don't even know if the mother is your stepsister. Your dad is trying to help the police track her down, but Frances dear seems to be hindering the investigation."
Lizzie snorted at the mention of her stepmother. "She would. Where is the baby now?"
"Next door. Georgie and Alex have given Diana, little Sabrina and the Bingley kids free run of the house. Care to make a wager, however, on how long it takes Georgie to convince Alex to bring her home early?"
Lizzie laughed. "No, because I think we would all be surprised if she showed up any later than tomorrow morning."
"Well, it would be great if she did. I could use a few extra hands around the place. One of the toilets is clogged again, my kitchen helper keeps hitting on my waitress, and the trolls in the Connecticut Suite have put cigarette burns in the rug..." He continued with his complaints, unaware the person on the other end of the phone was now his cousin once more.
"I say throw 'em all out!" Will blandly remarked. "Now that Georgie has other concerns, it's about time you closed the lodgings part of your operation and just opened the place up for lunch and dinner. If you made the parlor into another dining room, you could knock out a few walls and put your office in the downstairs bedroom."
"But what would I do with the upstairs?"
"Gee, I don't know. Get married and have a family to fill the rooms? Just a suggestion."
Richard frowned. There were some things about his life even Will didn't know, even if he was his physician. He quickly ended the call, assuring Will that he and Lizzie were not needed at the moment, and to have a good time in Bermuda. Nor were they to have the Bingleys cut their vacation short.
For a moment, he allowed himself to dream about raising a family in the old house. He and Diana would have several offspring, he decided, at least two of each, not to mention Sabrina. The Connecticut Suite would make a great master bedroom, and the Nutmeg Suite could be used as a connecting nursery until the children were old enough for their own rooms...
Damn!
He fought back the urge to throw his cell phone across the room, and settled down for the night with it by his side, instead, in case Diana needed him. And it was no use thinking about a family. That dream had already been long denied to him.
Diana's day did not start well. Sabrina was fussy, Grace and Aaron woke with the sniffles, and Maddy complained of a headache. No one ate any breakfast except the baby, but hers came back up all over Diana's shoulder. When she tried to get the kids to settle in front of the television set while she tended to the baby, Grace and Aaron began to fight.
At 8 a.m., a kind-faced, grandmotherly woman at the door said she was Diana's savior, and Diana was in no mood to dispute her.
"Actually, dear, I'm Alex's mom, Donna Bailey. Alex said they could not be home until this evening, so I volunteered to come help. You must be Diana. Georgie speaks highly of you."
"She doesn't even know me!" Diana exclaimed.
"I think she rather does," Mrs. Bailey cryptically replied before going into action.
In no time at all, Mrs. Bailey had run to the store and back, the children were dosed with cold medicine, tucked back into bed with books and toys found in the quaint, old-fashioned nursery at the top of the house, and the baby was cleaned up and fed again. This time the formula stayed down.
"Poor little mite," Mrs. Bailey cooed at Sabrina, holding the baby while she and Diana sat over coffee in the kitchen. She was prevented from making any more comments, distracted by a knock at the back door. Diana went to open it, and it was Richard.
"I came to see how...Mrs. Bailey! What a pleasure!" He rushed in to give Alex's mother a hug, and that lady blushed at the attention. "Where is Georgie? I thought she would be home by now. Good thing I didn't make a real bet with Lizzie..."
Mrs. Bailey laughed and explained how they were delayed, and how Georgie had called and asked for help. "And of course I said I would come. Good thing, too. Your Diana is a very competent young lady, but with three sick children in the house..."
"Sick? The baby's sick?" Richard was truly alarmed, and took Sabrina from Mrs. Bailey, as if that would assure him of her good health.
"No, no, just the Bingley kids," Diana hastily assured him, while Alex's mother looked at him with interest.
"Well, we can't let Sabrina get sick. We should probably take her back over to the inn."
"Usually I would say nonsense, that there is no time like the present in letting her build up immunities, but because we don't know her health history, I have to agree. Diana, dear, why don't you take the baby over and watch her there, and I'll stay here and nurse the others."
"Are you sure? I told the social worker I would be here."
Mrs. Bailey's "Hmpf!" told Diana exactly what she thought about such creatures. "I'll tell her where to go...if she calls," she added. "Richard, you get the baby stuff together, including that cradle. I can't believe that old thing is still around..." she mused. "My aunt said once it has rocked every baby in the family since the early 1900s."
"We can't use that, it's an antique!" Diana exclaimed.
"Of course you can! Richard can come back for it once he gets you resettled at the inn. Off you go!"
"Whew! She's worse than General Hancock!" Richard confided as they set off across the yard with the baby and most of her belongings. Richard was carrying the infant. "But you are not going back into the carriage house," he added as she headed in that direction. "The downstairs suite is free for the rest of the week, after you clean it up, of course," he said with a smirk. "I want you and the baby to stay in there, so I can help care for her. Did you get any rest last night?"
"Some," she admitted. "This little one was almost as tired as I was. Are you sure you want us in the inn, though?"
He stopped just as they reached the front porch and looked down at her as he cradled the baby. "Diana, I cannot, in all truth, think of a better place for the two of you to be."
Without waiting for a reply, he went inside and headed straight for the downstairs room, missing her becoming blush.
It had been a long day, full of cleaning and cooking, getting a little nap and keeping an eye on a mostly-sleeping newborn. Now even Diana was tucked into bed, and it was time for a few phone calls.
"Alyson? It's Diana. Fine. Um, Connecticut. No, I'm not home yet. That's why I'm calling. I was on my way to Boston when my car broke down. A small town called Meryton. I know it's not exactly on the way to Boston. I took a detour... What? Oh, well, now I'm taking care of an abandoned baby and...hmmm? Yes, I know I have clients. I know I have obligations. I know I just took a vacation last month. Someone recently told me it was just as easy to work from Connecticut as it was from New Jersey, and I have to agree. Most of my files are in my car anyway. No, not expensive. If you must know, an old Army friend owns an inn here, and he needed help this week, and I'm working my butt off making beds and scrubbing latrines. The thought of me cleaning and tending to children is not that funny, Cupcake. OK. You have my cell number and here is the number to the inn, just in case. OK, and give my love to the family...Bye."
Taking a quick peek at the baby, sleeping peacefully in her cradle, Diana went back to her phone and called her best friend, who lived in Atlanta.
"Shanti? Diana! You, too - where in the hell are you? The background noise is deafening! New York? No way! No, no, don't go to New Jersey to see me. I'm not home. I'm in Connecticut, and before you say anything..." She gave a great sigh as she listened to Shanti rant in her ear. Alyson had been a tough sell, but this was going to be worse, because Shanti knew exactly where she was, and whom she was with. "I didn't plan to..." She started to protest again, but thought better of it. "If you want to know all, why don't you just get your a** up here, girlfriend, and find out for yourself? Fine! It's the Twin Oaks Inn, Meryton, Connecticut, as if you didn't know. You are the one who found it on the Internet in the first place! Yes, I know, I'm the idiot whose car broke down here, not you. I couldn't help it, I just had to see... OK. But I'm warning you - I'm telling Richard you're - Yes, I'm actually calling him by his real name...Oh, for goodness' sake, Shanti...Bye!"
Great - Shanti Williams was now on her way to the Twin Oaks Inn.
2 a.m. Friday morning
"Waaaaaaa! Waaaaaa! Waaaaaa!"
"Shhhh! It's OK, little princess, it's OK," Richard soothed, coming into the room and picking up a wet and hungry baby. "We'll just get you changed and fed and shhhhhh! Let's not wake Mommy, OK?" Putting the baby down on a blanket on the rug, he quickly and expertly changed her diaper, softly talking to her the entire time.
In bed, Diana lay still, listening to the two of them, large rumbling man and tiny gurgling girl, unwilling to interfere with this bond that seemed to have been forged sometime in the past two days. She only exhaled once Richard had padded out of the room with the baby, most likely to warm up a bottle in the kitchen.
All too soon, though, he returned, talking softly to Sabrina as he fed her. Diana thought he might have stayed out of the room until he was through, but he seemed to be hanging around. She sat up and looked - he was sitting on the suite's sofa, watching her while the baby guzzled formula.
"Hi," he whispered. "Did we wake you?"
"Wha? No, I was up. Want me to do that?" she offered.
He rose and approached the bed, but he didn't hand the baby over into her outstretched arms.
"No, I can do this," he said, propping a pillow up against the headboard of the antique cherry bed before settling down next to Diana.
"Cozy?" she asked in an amused voice.
"Nope. Needs something else." His left arm propping the baby on his shoulder, so he could expel some of the air she had ingested with the bottle, he extended his right one around so that it held Diana by the shoulders. Snuggling down further into the bed and stretching out his fleece-covered legs, he gave an exaggerated sigh.
"Now I'm comfortable."
"Do tell."
"So, did you have a pleasant evening, or were those phone calls I heard all business?"
"You are nosy, sir! Actually, I called my cousin in New Jersey to let her know where I am. The second call was to Shanti. Shanti!" she cried, sitting straight up in bed. "Shanti's in New York!"
"And?" He reached out to bring her back down to the pillow again, but she was too quick for him.
"You don't understand." Diana jumped out of bed and began pacing the room. "Shanti lives in Atlanta. I called her cell phone and she's in New York. She said she was coming to New Jersey to see me, so I told her I was here."
"So?"
"So, she's coming here! To see me! To see us!"
"That's nice. I haven't seen Shanti in almost a year, although we e-mail each other all the time."
"You've seen... you e-mail..." This was too much for Diana and she sat down on the sofa.
"But I have not heard from Kimi in awhile. Is she still in Hawaii?" he asked conversationally.
"Yes. She works in her family's import/export business." She rambled on about Kimi and her family for a bit. "Bunny is in Minneapolis. She has her own Internet access company. Is there anyone else you wanted to...Richard? Richard!" she whispered. Her only reply was a couple of soft snores.
He was asleep. So was the baby. She picked up Sabrina and put her on her stomach in the cradle before returning to the bed and pulling the comforter up over Richard's chest, dropping a light kiss on his forehead. Taking the other pillow off the bed, she went over and stretched out with it on the sofa. She was asleep in moments.
Sunlight streamed through rather sheer curtains into the room at the Twin Oaks Inn, and it woke Diana with a start.
"The baby!" she gasped, and flew off the sofa. But Sabrina was still sleeping, and she sat on the bed with relief. Then there was a knock at the door, and someone came in with a tray without waiting for permission to enter.
"Rise and shine, sleepyheads," Georgie said cheerfully. "It's a beautiful day!" She set down the tray and whipped aside the curtains, the sun hitting Diana in the eyes with full force.
"Aaaaaack!"
"I brought breakfast!" Georgie continued. "For you, too, lazy," she said with some asperity to the lump in the bed, giving it a shove, and only then did Diana remember that Richard had gone to sleep there.
"Wha? Georgiana Bailey, I'm going to wring your - " He sat up, realized where he was, and blushed beet red, much to his cousin's delight. But before he could say anything else, Georgie was squealing and rushing over to the cradle.
"She's beautiful!" she cried. The baby chose that moment to wake up crying, and Richard jumped out of bed and took her in his arms.
"Now look what you did! We'll get her all situated, though," he cooed to the baby. "What are you doing over here so early?"
"I work here, remember?" She pointed to the clock. It was 8:30. "And a good thing, too! There were hungry guests to feed. I've taken care of them, but there are still dishes to wash and rooms to clean. I looked in on you earlier, after I had checked the apartment and then saw this door ajar, and everyone in here was still dead to the world...and where are my manners? You must be Diana!" She rushed Diana and folded her into a big hug. "Welcome to the Twin Oaks Inn, and thank you so much for being here just when Richard needed you most! Now, I have to get a move-on. Alex has a big meeting this afternoon, and it's hard to get ready for it when there are three children running about. They are feeling much better today. Donna was a dear to pitch in, but I sent her home this morning. See you in a few!" In a whirlwind of movement, Georgie was gone.
"Well...um, er..." Richard looked embarrassed as he changed the baby. "Um, I'm sorry about last night."
"You're sorry you got up and changed and fed the baby?" she teased.
"No! I'm sorry I fell asleep in your bed. Did I snore?"
Diana chuckled. "I wouldn't know. I was across the room on the sofa, myself," she told him, to put him out of his misery, if nothing else.
"You were?" Relief warred with dismay across his face, which startled her. Had he wanted to wake up with her in the same bed? Well, well... They really needed to talk.
"I...I'll take this little princess into the kitchen and get her a bottle, and see what Georgie has going on. That will leave you free to um, get dressed or whatever." He quit the room as fast as he could.
Having nibbled from the breakfast tray while she got dressed, Diana was in good shape to take the baby from Richard when she entered the kitchen. He thanked her and then tackled a big bowl of fruit and yogurt before insisting he had to get dressed for the day. He was heading out toward the carriage house when Georgie came in from the dining room.
"Richard gone? Good! Can I hold the baby?," she pleaded with puppy-dog eyes. "Richard wouldn't let me," she added with a pout. Diana laughed and handed Sabrina over to this pretty blonde cousin of the colonel's. "She is adorable. Have they found her mother yet? I couldn't believe it when Richard told me the note had my name on it."
"I think they have some leads, but nothing definite yet. Connecticut has a baby abandonment law, but I'm not sure this Lydia will be covered, because she left Sabrina here instead of with a law enforcement officer or at a hospital..."
"Oh, dear. This poor baby..."
"Georgie...I know she was left to you, but if you don't want her..."
"You do? Oh, Diana, I'm so thrilled to hear you say that! I hope to have kids of my own someday, but I just got married! I couldn't possibly think of babies for some time...and Alex agrees. We talked about little else all the way home. If we get some say in this matter, believe me, I will be glad to let you have the prior claim. After all, you found her."
Diana sighed with relief. "Thank you. But I can't take all the credit. I just happened to be on the phone, screaming at the mechanic at the time, and I... Well, I was not in the best of tempers."
Georgie went over to Diana and laid a hand on her arm. "I'm glad you decided to stay," she said softly. "Sabrina needs you. Richard needs you."
"I don't know about that..."
"Well, it's true. Now," she said briskly, "what's on the agenda today?"
"I don't know. When do you have to go back next door and relieve your husband of baby-sitting duties?"
"Alex! I almost forgot!" Georgie was at the door when she turned back. "Can you handle everything while I..."
"Go check on your poor husband!" Diana said with a laugh. "I'm surprised he hasn't already called you for support!"
"Me, too! I'll be back as soon as I can!"
Georgie called about ten minutes later and told Diana she would be back over before lunch to help with the crowd, that she and Alex had the Bingley children under control, and that a woman named Mrs. Hill had called, and would be coming by the inn to see Diana that afternoon.
Georgie was glad she was back at the inn later when Shanti Williams arrived. She had met her several times before, and liked her very much, when the older woman had spent a few days at the inn visiting with Richard. But her favorite part of Shanti's visit was always her welcome. No one was safe from her huge bear hugs.
"Hey, Studmuffin Man, where are you?" Shanti's voice boomed the moment she walked through the front door, and the rafters reverberated with the sound.
The piggy kid from the Connecticut Suite had just come down the stairs when Shanti came through the front door, and she snarled at him, causing him to blubber like a baby and run back upstairs for his mommy. She cackled.
"Shhhhhh!" Richard fussed, coming out of the kitchen. "The baby is asleep, and I just got her there."
"Come here and give me a hug, Studmuffin Man! And then tell me what you are doing with a baby?" Georgie and Diana, coming to the kitchen door, were in time to see Richard wrapped into Shanti's considerable body and held there, probably against his will.
Once he was released, she punched him in the arm and said she always knew his name was accurate. Only Diana saw the fleeting look of pain on Richard's face at Shanti's words. To fill the void, she stepped forward and brought her friend's attention to herself.
"Hey, Pipsqueak! Where's my hug?"
"What? You aren't going to give me hell for being here when you told me not to?" Diana asked. Then she found herself in Shanti's arms and having the breath squeezed out of her, several feet off the floor.
"I'll give you hell later. And here's Legs, waiting her turn," Shanti cried, and Georgie was hugged so hard, she thought she heard a rib crack. "I have a wedding present for you, Legs. Sorry I couldn't make the ceremony."
"That's OK, Shanti. I'm just glad you could come for a visit."
Diana watched this interchange with wide eyes. When the hell had Shanti ever been here? Obviously at least once, she surmised, because she and Georgie seemed to be old friends.
"Now, ladies, show me this baby! Then me and Studmuffin Man are gonna go somewhere and have a little chat." She laced her fingers together and cracked her knuckles, as if she was going to take the colonel out behind the woodshed and do some serious damage to his pretty face. Diana wouldn't put it past her.
"Her name is Sabrina, and the colonel and I found her abandoned on the front porch of the inn," she explained, walking with Shanti back to the kitchen. "They are trying to find her mother."
"And knowing you, you want to keep her. Well," she told her friend bluntly, "I think you are going to have to go through that man to get her!"
Diana flushed. There was only one man Shanti could be referring to.
"Which reminds me," Shanti continued. "Me and the Studmuffin need to have a talk. Richard!" she bellowed.
"Shhh! Shhh! What did I tell you about the baby?" He appeared like magic, his immediate concern for Sabrina.
"Never mind that now. Where can we go that's private?
"So you are telling me, Richard, that you want to keep this baby? And Diana?" She started to laugh. "Aren't you glad I sent her to you, then?" The two had gone up to the carriage house apartment, both of them looking rather large in its tiny interior.
"You...sent her?"
"Of course! She wasn't going to come otherwise, no matter how desperately she wanted it. So I showed her the website you had Bunny create for the inn and let her natural curiosity do the rest. You aren't exactly on the straight route to Boston, you know. The best part is, she thinks I'm dead-set against this. It was the easiest way to get her to do what I wanted, the stubborn girl. Let's face it, Fitz, the girl has had it bad for you for many, many years, but she wasn't doing a freaking thing about it. I got so tired of it once, I deliberately left the two of you out on that airstrip, hoping you would find yourselves in each others' arms. Instead, I come back and you idiots are on either side of the damn hummer!"
"Shanti, might I remind you that I was Diana's commanding officer at the time?"
She waved that away with a swish of a hand. "But you wanted to, right?"
"I wanted to the minute she walked into my office, and I found out she wasn't jailbait!"
"Aha! And what stopped you from declaring yourself the night of your retirement party, Mr. Officer-and-a-Gentleman?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, Fitz! I got her in there, so what did you do to screw it up?"
"I don't know. I wish I knew..."
"You don't know? Damn! I named you wrong, didn't I?"
"I know I didn't kiss her. She said so. The other night. When I kissed her."
"Woo hoo! Now we are getting somewhere!"
"No, we are not! This is none of your damned business, Shanti. It's between Diana and I. I...I need to fix this, but there have been little opportunities for serious discussion. I don't want her to leave, and I want to keep her and that baby here for the rest of our lives. What do I do?"
"You don't give her a way out!" Shanti's grin was positively feral as she outlined her plan.
"Mrs. Hill? Please meet Ms. Shanti Williams, a friend of mine. The colonel, I believe, you know." It had been after 4 p.m. by time the social worker had arrived at the inn, and Diana led her into the parlor and introduced her to her friend. There was no way she was going to face removal of the baby alone.
Mrs. Hill looked down her nose at the colonel, but then she noticed the baby, held securely to Richard's chest, as usual, and she softened just as she had several days before. "Ms. Williams," she acknowledged with a sniff. "As you know, Miss Forrester, we have left the baby in your care due to a lack of foster homes. Your case has been reviewed, and you have tentatively been approved to adopt the baby. However," she cautioned before anyone could openly rejoice, "there are a few stipulations.
"First, I want to say this is the fastest case of adoption I have ever seen. One of you must have very high connections, indeed. The push for this came from the highest level of my office."
Shanti and Diana glanced at Richard, who shrugged, but gave them an extremely smug smile.
"Second, there is the matter of you being a single parent."
Diana began to open her mouth, but Richard stepped in with a serene smile. "You may wish to congratulate us, then," he told the social worker. "Diana and I are engaged, and fully prepared to give Sabrina a two-parent home here at the inn."
Diana choked, and Shanti pounded her on the back so hard, she almost spit in Mrs. Hill's face. But she didn't say a word. If Richard wished to lie to secure Sabrina's future, far be it from her to interfere. They were going to need that talk very soon, though. Very soon.
"Yes, well, er, um, no one told me," Mrs. Hill said stiffly. She began to rifle through her files.
"It's in part of the letter from the senator," Richard said. "Halfway through the third paragraph. The letter you should have received by fax this afternoon."
"Oh." The social worker seemed at a loss for words.
"Senator?" Diana squeaked.
"An old school friend, actually. His father is a judge... Anyway, you were saying, Mrs. Hill, that there were stipulations?"
"Yes. We have obtained an affidavit from the infant's mother, signing away all rights and obligations, but we need one from the father."
"And have you determined that the Lydia who left Sabrina on our porch is Lydia Bennet?" Richard demanded.
"Really, colonel, I do not have to answer that."
"Oh, I think you do. If the mother is Lydia Bennet, I know who the father is, and I know where to find him."
"You do? A Mrs. Bennet in Boston, the child's grandmother, insisted that the father could not be located, which usually means she has a fair shot at taking the baby. An extremely tiring woman, but our best source in such matters so far..."
"Yes," Diana agreed, "extremely tiring."
"And lying," Richard added. "Lydia Bennet has admitted to my cousin's wife, Elizabeth Darcy, who is also Lydia's stepsister, that the father is George Wickham, a man who recently went to prison for embezzlement."
Diana and Shanti exchanged glances. "I shoulda sent you here sooner, Pipsqueak. Seems you missed all the excitement," Shanti murmured.
"So it seems... Engaged?" she mouthed to Richard while Mrs. Hill looked down at her files. He didn't reply.
"Yes, well, everything else seems to be in order. I will be in touch as to the paperwork concerning the baby's father, once I confirm his identity. If this Mr. Wickham is the father and you can get him to sign the baby over to you, the grandmother will not be able to dispute it." Gathering her papers, she rose, and Richard did too, the baby sleeping against his chest.
"Allow me to show you to your car, Mrs. Hill," he offered, and escorted her out.
"Engaged?" Diana repeated.
"The man has brains," Shanti admitted. "Sometimes. He's got a cute butt, too..."
"Engaged?" She liked the idea, even if it was temporary in order to gain the baby. She would play along for now.
"Will you get over that?"
Richard came hesitantly back into the room, afraid of the reception after dropping his bomb.
"I want a ring!" was all Diana said. If she was going to pretend to be engaged, she was going to have a ring. She would return it later.
"You got it," he replied, relief written all over his face. "How about an engagement party, too? Is tonight too early?"
An entire section of the dining room was roped off that evening for the family's use, ostensibly to celebrate the engagement of Richard and Diana.
"Might as well give ourselves a party," he told Diana when she protested. "If Mrs. Hill thinks we are lying, there could be hell to pay if we don't celebrate properly. Her spies could be anywhere," he said with just the right touch of paranoia to make her laugh.
So Diana demurred and a party was quickly planned. Alex brought over the Bingley kids and Shanti insisted on helping with the dinner crowd so that Georgie could spend time with her family. Denny and Maria were there, and Doctor Bennet and twins, and everyone ate shrimp scampi over rice, a large salad and long loaves of crusty French bread. There was a chocolate cake and champagne for dessert, and little Sabrina was much made over, although Richard refused to relinquish her once he had been relieved from kitchen duties.
"Are you going to hold that baby for the rest of your life?" Diana teased when he finally handed her over while he popped corks on the champagne bottles.
"Yes. Could you go to the store and get me one of those snuggly carriers so I can get more work done?"
"You got it, Sultan. Speaking of which, just how many women do you plan on keeping here?"
"Two. This little angel...and you." he finished pouring drinks and took the baby once more.
"Uh, huh. And when did you plan on asking me? All I heard was you telling Mrs. Hill we are engaged..."
"Didn't I? I..." He would have said more, but four old friends chose that moment to walk in and join the party.
"Are we missing something?" Lizzie wanted to know. She, Will and the Bingleys were all smiles as their children attacked them with glee.
"Diana and Richard are engaged!" Meredith exclaimed, her arms around her sister's neck. "And we're celebrating!"
"That had better be apple juice in her glass," Lizzie admonished, giving Richard a sound kiss and taking one of Diana's hands. "You could only be the indomitable Diana!" If she was surprised at how quickly Richard and Diana had come to some terms, it did not show.
"Hello, Shanti," Will wheezed, having been pulled into a hug from that Amazon that took even his breath away.
"I'm Elizabeth, if you hadn't already guess," the visibly pregnant woman introduced herself to Diana, "and this is Georgie's brother, William. I know, Richard, I told him not to come home right away," she informed her husband's cousin, "but he wouldn't listen, and neither would the Bingleys." She turned back to Diana with a smile. "Now, when did you get engaged?"
Diana had the grace to blush. "Actually, Richard never asked me. Not officially, anyway."
"What?" Will, who had managed to shake off Shanti, returned to his wife's side just as Diana made her admission. "We will need to remedy that... Richard!"
"Cuz?"
Will put an arm around him and steered him away from the crowd. "Give me that baby and take Diana off somewhere and officially propose, before I make you do it in front of everyone here."
Richard grinned. "You'll have to pry the baby from my cold, dead...never mind. She's asleep. I'll get Diana to go in with me to put her to bed. You can hold her some other time." He called to his "fiancee," asking if she would help him settle the baby down for the night.
She readily complied, ignoring the telling looks being exchanged between most of the guests.
"You wanted something?" she asked when they were in the bedroom.
"Let me put the princess down. That's better. I really gotta get one of those snuggly things... My arms are killing me!"
"You don't have to carry her about every waking second, you know."
"Sure I do. Come here a minute, will you?" he asked, sitting down on the sofa.
"OK," she said with a shrug.
"We need to talk."
"Now?"
"Yes, now. We've been putting it off for several days, you know, and if nothing else, we need to discuss our engagement. Diana, will you marry me?"
"Why, sir," she teased, "this is so sudden!"
"Go to hell, Diana - I'm serious!"
She sobered. "Me, too. Look, Richard, you don't have to do this. I'm sure Sabrina and I would manage just as well on our own."
"You could," he agreed, in no doubt as to what kind of mother she would make, single parent or not. "But they are not going to let you have that baby alone. Besides, I need you, too. I need you both. Will you marry me?"
"Yes." Why not, she thought with a shrug. It's not like I haven't thought of it for every second of the last hundred years. And when I have the baby, he will send me home like a good little girl, and that will be the end of that.
"I would seal our agreement with a kiss," he told her bluntly. "Not like the one the other night..."
"No, not like the one the other night," she softly agreed, tilting her face up to meet his, their lips barely touching, like the light caress of a butterfly. In for a penny, in for a pound...
"Diana," he groaned, and deepened the kiss. They were then lost in their own little world, and didn't hear the door open, or see a little face peering inside.
Madeline Bingley, however, raced to report to her mother the good news.
"Mommy! Mommy! Richard doesn't like men after all! He's kissing Diana!"
4 a.m.
Sabrina, screaming at the top of her lungs as only a baby can do, woke Diana, but, as usual, Richard came racing in to take care of her.
"I'm surprised she didn't wake up the Baileys..." she drawled as she lay there watching him change a diaper and cuddle the little one in anticipation of a bottle.
"I hope she woke up everyone else," he retorted. "Will suggested the other night that I forget about lodgers and just take in diners. That idea is looking better and better all the time. What do you think?"
"I don't know...ask me again when my brain is functioning."
"OK. We're off to the kitchen for a snack. Want anything?"
"Some sleep."
He reached down and gave her a lingering kiss. "Will that send you back to dreamland?"
"Thank you, kind sir," she murmured. Hell, no, she thought wildly. Now I'm wide awake. "But now that I'm awake..." She pulled herself out of bed and padded into the kitchen behind them. Was it too early to make some coffee?
"It's not too early for coffee, you know," Richard said, easily reading her mind.
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Nothing," she groused and went to make coffee while he began to heat a bottle for the baby. They went about their business like any old married couple with an infant, and then took everything back to the room, where it was more cozy, Richard insisted, and he could sit up on the bed.
"So why don't you?" Diana asked once she had some caffeine in her system. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched Richard give the baby her formula.
"Why don't I what?"
"Make the inn into a restaurant. You could live upstairs, rent out the carriage house apartment and have part of your life to yourself."
"I think that would be our upstairs and our lives, don't you think?"
"Oh, come now, Richard, you don't expect me to play along with that little game this early in the morning, do you?"
Richard looked stricken. "You think this is all a game?"
"Isn't it? A nice little game to get Diana the baby, and then, when we are settled in New Jersey, it's back to Connecticut and sayonara, baby!"
Richard started to laugh. He couldn't help it, really, not after what he had learned the day before from Shanti. His mission, as he chose to accept it, would be to convince Diana that he wanted her and that baby to stay here for all time. Her reluctance to take him seriously was a defense mechanism and nothing more.
When had her conviction of his regard become such a priority, he wondered. Since that first day, when he turned around from fixing the toilet to find her standing there, staring at him. It wasn't love at first sight, technically, but it was love at re-sight. So why did she have to be so prickly about it? She was the one who had loved him for a much longer time. Well, there was no time like the present to fix some things, he supposed.
Expertly burping the baby, who promptly fell asleep, he put her in the cradle and then sat back down on the bed.
"Will you go out with me tonight?" he asked.
Diana was so surprised, she almost fell off the bed. "What?" she yelped.
"I asked if you would go out with me tonight."
"Like on a date?"
"Yes, on a date."
"But what about the baby? What about the inn? What about..."
"What about saying yes? We've been holding down the fort all week. Everyone else is home now, and there are plenty of people to run things and watch the baby. I'll ask Elizabeth to baby-sit, and Dr. Bennet knows how things are done here, maybe he can come and assist Georgie and crew. Shanti will help, too, if we ask."
"A real date," she said softly, turning the thought over in her mind. Only one glaring problem stood out. "I don't have a thing to wear! Where are we going? Should I dress up?"
"Does this mean yes?"
"Oh, yes!"
He was momentarily taken aback at the soft glow in her eyes, and wondered why he hadn't thought of this before. Then he watched as she stifled a yawn and took pity on her. "Come here," he said, and she slid over the bed to him. He pulled her up to the pillows and tucked the covers up around her, much like she had done for him the night before. "I'll call for you this evening at seven, Miss Forrester. Please be ready. Do you think your slave-driving boss will give you time after breakfast to go shopping for something to wear?"
"I think the Sultan can spare me for a couple of hours," she sleepily replied. "I'll leave the Amazon in my place."
Richard smiled and kissed her forehead. "Get some rest. I'll come back in a couple of hours and wake you."
"Hmmmm," was the only reply he got. She was already asleep, and she didn't wake until two hours later, when he brought her breakfast in bed.
Richard was whistling as he sliced fruit for breakfast and kept an eye on the bacon. Georgie smiled as she came in the back door.
"It's hot out there!" she exclaimed. "And it's almost September! Doesn't that weather guy know it's supposed to get cooler soon?"
"I think it's a beautiful day!" Richard exclaimed, and went back to his whistling. Georgie stood there and stared at him for one long moment before she started to laugh.
"What?"
"You should see yourself! Gads, did I look that moony when I fell in love with Alex?"
"You had the goofiest grin ever, Georgie Girl, from that first day he knocked you over into the dirt."
"Well, look in the mirror, then, Colonel Studmuffin, cuz you are about to see history repeated."
"Would you please not call me Studmuffin?" he asked with a pained expression. "And I do not have a goofy grin. Do I?" He rushed over to the mirror hung over the sink where employees washed their hands, and stared. "Nope, no goofy grin."
"Oh, then Diana must be the one with the goofy grin. I think I will go check."
"Don't you dare! That baby stays asleep longer and longer every night, and I won't have her disturbed! Now get that tray of fruit in the dining room for me, please. Candy called in sick. Can we get someone to help cover the dining room this evening? Alex, perhaps?"
"Um, sure, but now that his big meeting is out of the way, he and I thought we would go out to dinner tonight. I guess Candy calling in changes all that. With you and Gary in the kitchen..."
"I'm not going to be here. I'll help out before I go, though, and you can press Shanti into service. She won't mind. I have a date."
"With Diana?" Georgie squealed. "Wonderful! But why do you need to go out? You're engaged now."
"Why do you need to go out now, you're married," he mocked.
"Good point," she conceded.
"We're going out because we have never been on a date, engagement or not. I'm going to ask Elizabeth to baby-sit once it's late enough to call. No need having Will take an axe to my head because I called and interrupted something."
"Too true. She and Will will enjoy watching the baby. Tell them it's time to practice. Oh, that reminds me. I need the inn closed Tuesday night. I checked, and we have no guests that evening, so let's close the restaurant, too. I want you to go off and find something to do." They had no guests, because Georgie had put a note on the calendar telling Richard not to book any. Either no one wanted that night, or he had paid attention for once. Probably the former.
"No way. I have a baby to care for," he smugly told her.
"I don't care if you have quintuplets! Take the baby over to my house, call Will, Charles, Denny and Dr. Bennet to meet you there and sit around and drink beer all night with Alex and watch some sport thing on TV. But you are leaving Diana here, and you men are watching everyone else's kids. I'm giving Lizzie a baby shower."
"You are? Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?"
"I told you a month ago I was doing this."
"Yeah, but a month ago, I wasn't listening."
Muttering dire comments about men who paid her no attention, she started finalizing the plans in her head.
"Darcy residence," Elizabeth answered the phone that morning.
"Elizabeth? Richard. I need a favor," he said without much ado. "I'm taking Diana out on a date tonight and-"
"And you want me to baby-sit?" she finished for him. "Oh, yes, yes! I would love to! No need to twist arms here! She is such an angel!"
Richard let her prattle on for a few moments, because she was gushing about his baby, and then he gave her the details.
"Do you want me to keep her overnight? It might be best..."
"It might at that, but won't Will be annoyed? All that waking up and going back to sleep, and waking up..."
"Oh, he's used to that," Elizabeth insisted.
"Really, Elizabeth, I don't want to hear about your love life," he teased.
"Oh, you! You know good and well that's what happens when he's on call! Now, are you bringing her over, or do you want me to come get her? I can do it now..."
"Elizabeth, it's ten o'clock in the morning. Diana hasn't even gone shopping for a dress yet."
"No problem. I'll take her shopping, and when I bring her back, I'll take the baby home with me."
The shopping expedition became a safari that afternoon after Shanti and Georgie (and Jane, after Georgie called her and told her about the date) insisted on accompanying them. The children were all dropped off at the inn, and Richard, Alex and Dr. Bennet found themselves knee-deep in small fry while the ladies went to Jane's favorite boutique.
Shanti drove the van, and she and Diana were urged to share stories of their military days. Diana began by repeating how they all came to be assigned to the colonel, and then launched into the story about Richard coming to Shanti's rescue outside the officer's club. But part way into it, Shanti had to interrupt.
"That's not exactly how the story goes, Pipsqueak. It's true those men were trying to teach me a lesson just because my skin is a different color than theirs. But Richard paid a hard price for that thrashing he gave them..."
"What do you mean?" Diana demanded.
"Remember how he went on vacation right after that?"
"Yes... He was away for several weeks."
"He was in the hospital at another base."
"What?" Georgie cried. "What happened?"
"One of those b*****d's kicked him in a very private spot, ladies, and he didn't want anyone to know."
"How did you know," Diana wondered.
"Well, someone had to drive him there. You had to stay with the bully boys at the club, remember?"
"Oh." That explained a lot. And meant so much more. If that incident had caused permanent damage, then Sabrina was infinitely more precious to Richard than she had even imagined. Yet he had gone out of his way to get Sabrina adopted by herself. And him, too, her conscience told her. Did he truly want them both, or did he want the baby desperately enough to take her as its mother?
Diana stayed deep in her own thoughts even after they arrived at the boutique. Not even Shanti could pull her away from them when she ran into a dressing room with a gold lame dress and came out looking like a pop star. Everyone else laughed. Diana was thinking about Richard.
Elizabeth was looking through the evening gowns, determined to fit into her pre-baby size after it was born, and having Jane talk her out of it for now. "Things have a way of getting rearranged, and I'd hate for you to put it on one night and sit there and cry because you couldn't fit it around a particular part of your body. I ought to know," she amended, patting her own body in several places. Elizabeth could find nothing wrong with Jane's figure, until Jane tried on a silky one-piece suit with a halter top, and then she began to laugh.
"It's not funny," Jane grumbled.
Georgie, who was a ray of sunshine in most instances, tried to get Diana interested in a shiny gray sheath the color of her eyes, but to no avail. Diana just wanted to sit somewhere and think about the implications of Richard's injury.
"What size are you, Diana?" Georgie wanted to know.
"I'm a 10," she vaguely replied, and did not even remember talking to Georgie at all. Richard's cousin rolled her eyes and set several dresses on the counter, telling the clerk to ring them all up.
"She can try them on at home, and the ones she doesn't like she can always return," she told Shanti, who eyed her lost-in-thought friend and agreed. Jane and Lizzie had begun a friendly discussion about Jane's hips and the others were reluctant to interrupt. They did not want to be talked about next.
But then Jane suggested they walk down a few shops to an exclusive baby store, and both Diana and Lizzie perked up.
"I want to see your snuggly carriers," Diana promptly asked the saleslady when they entered the store. "Something masculine, please."
The woman said she had several carriers for dads, and showed Diana and Lizzie the ones in less-feminine fabrics, including one in camouflage. Diana passed on that one. Lizzie liked the ones with fuzzy little duckies on them, and bought one for herself to use. "But ducks are not really Richard's style."
They finally found one they agreed on, quilted navy blue cotton with no frills, and bought one apiece. "Richard and Will are going to look so cute with dueling babies on their chests," Lizzie chortled.
The ride home was quiet, and when Diana had put away her bags, and had managed to pry Sabrina away from Richard, Georgie pulled her back into the downstairs bedroom and began to rummage through her own bags.
"I bought a couple of things while you looked at carriers," she admitted when Diana asked what all the bags and boxes were for. "I'm giving Lizzie a baby shower next week, and I would love it if you and Shanti would be here for it."
"I don't exactly know what is going on," Diana admitted. "But if I can be here, I will. Now, what do you want to show me?"
"This!" Georgie pulled the gray satin dress out of a bag and urged her to try it on. "You didn't even notice that you hadn't bought a thing to wear tonight!"
"Well, I was preoccupied in the baby store..."
"You were preoccupied all afternoon!"
"OK, maybe I was... May I try on the dress? It's beautiful!"