Baby's First Homecoming

Bringing Baby Home

Giving away her baby for adoption was the second biggest mistake of Sierra Powell’s life. But after a miraculous turn of events, she is reunited with her toddler son and they return to Arizona. Too bad Sierra’s first mistake is waiting for her there—Clay Duvall, a much too charming cowboy. And onetime love of her life.

Clay is not about to let go of the opportunity to raise his flesh and blood. He proposes co-parenting—meaning Sierra and Jamie have to move close to him. Real close, as in onto his property. As far as Sierra’s concerned, he has no say in her son’s life; Clay was the one who walked out on their relationship.

Will the sparks between Clay and Sierra set off the formerly feuding Powell and Duvall clans…or will they rekindle an old passion?

She smelled as good as he remembered.

Sierra raised her arms, hesitated, then slid them around his neck, returning his hug.

Yes, nice. Really nice.

Wait, no. Clay reminded himself this was a friendly hug between two people whose only concern was the well-being of their son.

His body had other ideas, as did his hands, which skimmed her back over the material of her too bulky, too thick sweater.

He couldn’t stop himself. Her curves were too perfect, her scent too intoxicating, her skin like satin.

Her skin?

When had his hand moved to caress her cheek?

“Tell me no.” He bent his head, his lips seeking hers.

She didn’t. She couldn’t, not with him kissing her.

Dear Reader,

I’m often asked where I get ideas for my books. I have to admit, many of them come from real life. Not my own—I’m actually kind of boring. But other people’s lives, particularly people in the news. A few years ago I read a story about a woman who adopted a child and then later returned him to the adoption agency. I was fascinated and couldn’t help wondering how the birth mother felt, if she even learned about her son being returned.

When I first developed my Mustang Valley series, I knew immediately that I wanted to use this real-life story idea for my third book, Baby’s First Homecoming. Sierra Powell is a woman who made a terrible mistake when she gave up her infant son for adoption, and now has the chance to rectify it. She isn’t counting on the baby’s father, Clay Duvall, being anywhere around when she brings her toddler son home to meet her family.

Of course, he is there, and she must confess she not only had their baby in secret, she gave him up for adoption. It isn’t an easy road for Sierra and Clay. Along the way, they learn not only how to co-parent their son; they also realize they were meant to be together always. I hope you enjoy their journey and that it touches a place in your heart.

Warmest wishes,

Cathy McDavid

P.S. I always enjoy hearing from readers. You can contact me at www.cathymcdavid.com.

Baby’s First Homecoming

Cathy McDavid

To my son, Clay. You were without a doubt the cutest, most charming little boy there ever was.

One day, I looked away for just a minute,

and you grew up into a fine, talented,

handsome young man. I am so very proud

of you and all your accomplishments.

Love you always, Mom.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter One

The Powell family home, more than a century old, had been transformed. Sierra Powell stood beside the open door of her Toyota SUV, assessing every change, comparing them to how she’d last seen the house, in shocking disrepair after ten years of chronic neglect.

Trees were trimmed, the yard’s abundant desert flora and fauna manicured to tidy perfection. A fresh coat of dune-colored paint on the house’s exterior gleamed to eye-squinting intensity in the midafternoon sun. Terra-cotta bricks lined the walkways to the front courtyard and back patio, resembling spectators at a parade.

The refurbishings pleased Sierra. It had taken a long time for her family to rebound from the emotional and financial ruin left in the wake of her mother’s illness and death. These improvements to the house, she knew, mirrored the ones in her father and two brothers.

She envied them. The Powell men were healed and happy and well on the way to creating wonderful, exciting new lives for themselves while she had never been so terrified of the future or felt so alone.

What if her family rejected her? They certainly had good cause—she’d practically shunned them for almost two years. Now she’d returned, not just for her brothers’ double wedding but to ask for her family’s help, their love, their support, and, if they could see fit to give it, their forgiveness.

It wouldn’t be easy. Sierra had made a lot of mistakes.

She stared at the back patio, working up the courage to head inside where her family and future sisters-in-law waited. Everyone was expecting her, possibly intending to confront her. There would be questions, especially when they saw the unexpected “guest” Sierra had brought with her and heard her request to—temporarily, she assured herself—move home.

By some miracle she’d been able to stand outside this long without being noticed. Maybe no one was home. She immediately dismissed that idea. Someone would be here to greet her. Her father at least, who’d insisted she come home for her brothers’ double wedding.

Her brothers, Gavin and Ethan, could be elsewhere on the ranch—leading trail rides, teaching riding classes or otherwise making themselves scarce so she and her father could have a few minutes alone. She had hurt him the worst and owed him the biggest apology. It was he who had the power to grant or deny her request to stay.

Sierra might have been lost in thought indefinitely if not for a noise coming from inside her car. She opened the rear driver’s-side door and stuck her head inside.

“Hey, handsome. You awake? How was your nap?”

Her son waved his pudgy fists and broke into a delighted grin that displayed six new teeth. His hazel eyes, the image of his father’s, beamed at her as he babbled incoherently.

Her heart promptly broke open and spilled a torrent of love as it did every time he smiled or gurgled or nuzzled into her neck and sighed with baby contentment.

“Thank God I have you back,” she murmured for the thousandth time, a catch in her voice, the wound within her still raw.

She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve this reprieve. This gift. This chance to right past wrongs. But she was bound and determined to turn her life around and make the best one possible for her and her son. If she needed to get on her hands and knees and beg her family, she would. He was that important to her.

“Let’s clean you up a bit before we meet the folks.” Using a cotton cloth, she wiped the smudges of dirt from his face and hands. “There. All better.”

He kicked his feet, which were clad in white socks and brand-new red sneakers she’d recently purchased. In fact, she’d recently purchased all his clothes, the car seat, a portable crib and every necessity a child his age needed.

She reached onto the seat beside him and retrieved his favorite toy from where it had fallen. He grabbed the plastic pony and waved it in the air as if to say, Where have you been? I was looking for you, and stuffed the pony’s entire head in his mouth.

With trembling fingers, Sierra unbuckled the car-seat straps. The distraction of caring for her son had worn off. She was once again dreading the prospect of facing her family.

They love you, she told herself. They will love Jamie, too.

But was it enough to make up for the last two years of shameful avoidance?

Drawing a deep breath, she hefted Jamie into her arms. When he was securely balanced on her hip and the diaper bag was slung over her shoulder, she picked her way slowly up the brick-lined walk to the back patio.

The kitchen door loomed ahead, the outline wavering as if she were seeing it though a very long tunnel. Her flats made scuffing sounds on the dirt and then clip-clopped across the Saltillo tiles, each beat matching her pounding heart.

Thank goodness she didn’t have to worry about Jamie’s father being anywhere near Mustang Valley. The last she’d heard, which was soon after their too-brief affair ended, he was married and living in Austin, Texas. Sierra had taken a risk returning to Arizona, but a small one so long as he stayed far, far away.

And she needed that distance, for her sake more than their son’s. His betrayal—she couldn’t think of it any other way—had shattered her. Granted, she’d been naive. That in no way made it acceptable for him to take advantage of her.

She reached the kitchen door and found it slightly ajar. Odd.

Knocking, she called, “Hello! Dad?” When there was no answer, she knocked again.

The door drifted open a few more inches. Sierra nudged it the rest of the way and stepped tentatively inside.

“Hello. Anybody home?”

The only answer she received was the soft humming of the refrigerator and the whirr of the slowly twirling ceiling fan over the kitchen table.

She frowned. This was more than strange. Her family knew she was coming. Heck, she’d called her father not an hour ago letting him know her anticipated arrival time.

She ventured farther in. It was then she noticed a large sheet cake in the center of the counter. Inching closer, she read the message scrawled with blue icing.

Welcome Home, Sissy. Her family’s pet name for her.

Was it possible they weren’t angry with her after all?

A dam broke, and the relief washing over her was so intense it stole every ounce of strength from her knees. She reached for the counter to steady herself before the combined weight of Jamie and the diaper bag dragged her to the floor.

“Surprise!” The resounding chorus of voices erupted from nowhere, echoing loudly off the walls. People, so many of them, converged on her from around corners and down the hall.

No, no!

Sierra’s entire body jerked in response, out of alarm and fear. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

“You’re here, honey!”

“Hey, Sissy.”

“We’ve missed you!”

Jamie screwed up his mouth and started to wail. Holding on to her, he hid his beet-red face in her sweater. His beloved toy pony dropped to the floor, along with the diaper bag.

The room went instantly silent, like a TV when the mute button was pressed. Even Jamie stopped crying and turned teary eyes to the gathering of people gawking at him.

A young girl of about six or seven whom Sierra didn’t recognize broke the silence with an excited, “You have a baby! Can I hold him?” She scrambled over to Sierra, her angelic face alight. “I’m Isa, your niece. Or I’m going to be your niece when my mama marries your brother.”

“Hello, Isa.” Sierra had trouble speaking and cleared her throat. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Actually, Sierra had heard only a smattering about her future stepniece. She might have heard more if she’d answered her family’s phone calls or read their emails.

Glancing around the kitchen, she took in the puzzled and shocked expressions on everyone’s faces. Except for Isa, they kept their distance, as if waiting for someone else to break the ice.

What had she expected? She’d brought a fourteen-month-old child home with her, and had given them no warning.

Her oldest brother, Gavin, studied her with his usual seriousness. As a girl, she had been intimidated by that look. Living on her own since she was seventeen apparently made no difference.

Ethan, younger than Gavin by two years, nodded encouragingly at her. He’d always been there for her—except for when their mother had died almost a decade ago, and he’d run off to join the marines.

Everyone else was a blur. Some she recognized, like Ethan’s fiancée, Caitlin. Others, she didn’t.

“I like babies.” Isa reached up to tickle Jamie under his chin.

He flailed and turned his head away from her. Isa pouted.

“He’s a little shy,” Sierra explained.

“Well, well.” Her father finally came forward, breaking the trance that had fallen over everyone. The reserved smile he presented reassured Sierra not in the least. “Why don’t you introduce us to this young man.”

“Dad,” Sierra said shakily, “this is Jamie. My…my son.” Her hand instinctively cradled the side of the baby’s head as if to shield him.

Her father’s reserved smile dissolved into one that warmed her through and through. “I have a grandson. Oh, Sierra.” He opened his arms.

She went to him, let him hug her and Jamie and, temporarily, set right a world that had been completely out of control for almost two years.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured into his shirtfront.

“Don’t be. Everything’s going to be fine. You’ll see.”

She wanted to believe him, and dared to let herself.

Jamie squirmed and started to cry.

Sierra drew back, reluctant to leave the comfort of her father’s embrace. “He’s hungry. I’d better fix him something to eat.”

“Can I hold him while you do?” her father asked.

“He doesn’t like—” She’d started to say strangers. Not wanting to hurt her father’s feelings, she changed it to “New people.”

He held open his arms. Jamie stared at them, a dubious frown knitting his otherwise perfectly smooth brow. When his grandfather clapped his hands and held them open again, Jamie twisted and reached for Sierra.

Her father’s smile fell.

“He’ll get used to you in a day or two,” she reassured him, though, in truth, she didn’t know what to expect. She and Jamie were still getting to know each other.

Her brothers came over next. Ethan’s hug was enthusiastic. Gavin’s less so. He loved her, but he was also angry at her for the pain she’d caused them and slower to let go of hard feelings.

“I’m so happy for you both,” she said. “I can’t wait for the wedding.”

That seemed to ease the tension. More introductions were made. Sierra greeted Caitlin warmly, having known Ethan’s fiancée since grade school. Sage, Gavin’s fiancée, impressed Sierra with her genuineness.

“Your son is beautiful.” Sage patted Jamie’s leg.

He jerked his leg out of her reach.

Sierra smiled apologetically. “He’s hungry and a little cranky.”

While she warmed a jar of baby vegetable stew in the microwave, Jamie, still sitting on her hip, polished off a bottle of apple juice. Everyone began talking again, thank goodness.

After a while, Gavin’s daughter, Cassie, came over. “I’m a good babysitter if you ever need one.”

“Thanks.” Sierra patted the girl’s shoulder. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She hadn’t met Cassie before. The twelve-year-old had only come to live at the ranch last summer. Sierra noticed the affectionate glances Gavin sent his daughter from across the room. Maybe one day she’d have the same loving relationship with Jamie.

“It’s so nice to have another baby in the family,” Caitlin said, joining Sierra at the table where she fed Jamie.

“Another baby?”

“Sage is four months along, and I’m two.”

“You’re both pregnant!”

Sage dropped into the remaining empty chair. “Yes, so I guess it’s a good thing the wedding’s soon! I wouldn’t fit into my dress otherwise.”

“Congratulations.” Sierra observed the joy in their faces and felt a pang of regret. Her face had been a mask of sorrow all during her pregnancy.

“Is Jamie’s father in San Francisco?” Caitlin asked.

Sierra tensed. She’d prepared herself for this question on the long drive. “He’s not part of mine or Jamie’s lives. I’m raising him alone.”

She couldn’t tell her family the truth. If they ever found out Jamie’s father was the son of the man who’d stolen their land and sold it to an investor, they’d disown Sierra and toss her and Jamie out on their rear ends.

Near the end of the meal, Sierra excused herself and went to the hall bathroom to clean up Jamie and change him.

On her way back, she was stopped outside the kitchen by a chorus of hearty welcomes and the sound of a voice that instantly ignited wave after wave of panic.

Clay Duvall.

Impossible! This couldn’t be happening.

He was in Texas. And even if he wasn’t, her family hated him. He wouldn’t be allowed on the property, much less to set foot in the house.

“Sissy, come see who’s here,” her brother Ethan called to her.

She trembled so violently, she nearly dropped Jamie. He made it worse by wriggling.

“Hey.” Ethan came around the corner. “Is something wrong?”

“What’s he doing here?” she hissed.

“Clay? He came to see you.”

“Why?”

“He’s a friend.”

“No, he isn’t. His dad cheated us. You hate him. We all do.”

“Not anymore.”

“Since when?” she squeaked.

“Since we captured the wild mustang last fall. It’s a long story, I’ll tell you after the party.” Ethan hooked her by the elbow and gave a tug.

She refused to budge.

“Come on. You haven’t seen Clay since before Mom died.”

Not true.

Ethan all but dragged her and Jamie into the kitchen where she stumbled into her chair, praying for invisibility. Her family and Clay were friends again? How could that be? In every scenario she’d devised, he’d been a thousand miles away.

He strode farther into the kitchen.

Please, please, don’t come over here, she silently prayed.

Of course, he did, and she steeled herself.

“Hi, Sierra.” His smile was friendly, his voice deep and honeyed like she remembered.

She looked up at him—how could she not?—and stared into the face of her baby’s father. Her heart, open with love for her son and the recent reconciliation with her family, promptly closed tight.

* * *

SHE HAD A BABY.

Clay’s stomach clenched as if someone had sucker-punched him with the business end of a baseball bat.

From the moment he’d learned Sierra was returning to Mustang Valley, he’d imagined them picking up where they’d left off. She’d generously overlook his incredible lack of judgment and brief, disastrous marriage, and they’d fall into each other’s arms.

Only her arms were full of a bouncing baby boy. There went the happy-you’re-home kiss he’d been counting on.

Instead, he squeezed her upper arm. “Good to see you again.”

She muttered something about how nice it was to see him, too.

The boy’s head tipped back, and his inquisitive gaze fixed on Clay’s face. There was something about his eyes that struck a familiar chord, though Clay couldn’t quite identify why.

Maybe he was wrong, and the kid wasn’t hers. She could be a nanny or something.

“Who’s this?” he asked.

“My, um, my…” She glanced down at the baby, held him closer. “My son.”

Clay swallowed. So much for his nanny theory.

Which meant she’d been with a man. A man besides him. Jealousy sliced through him. Not that he had any claim on her. He’d forfeited it the second he’d stupidly left Sierra in order to reunite with Jessica, his then ex-fiancée and later wife.

In hindsight, hurting Sierra had been inevitable.

If Gavin and Ethan knew what he’d done to their little sister, he’d lose a lot more than their friendship. An arm. The use of his legs. And that was just for starters.

“What’s his name?” Clay asked.

The baby babbled as if answering. He really was an appealing tyke. Clay felt an unfamiliar, but not unpleasant, tug inside his chest. He’d always liked kids despite having little experience with them and would be a father today if things had gone differently.

His loss still pained him.

Probably the reason he felt drawn to Sierra’s boy.

She said nothing, acting as though she hadn’t heard him. Loading a spoon with some vile-looking mush out of a jar, she tried to feed it to the baby. Wisely, the kid shook his head and grimaced. The stuff did look awful.

“No name, buddy?”

“It’s Jamie,” Isa piped up. She and Cassie had been standing behind Sierra and trying to distract the baby with funny faces. “Isn’t that a cool name?”

“Yeah,” Clay agreed, receiving yet another invisible punch to the stomach. “Cool.”

His grandfather’s name had been Jamie, short for Jamieson. Did Sierra know?

Yes, he’d told her all about his summers spent in Montana and about returning for his grandfather’s funeral.

Coincidence?

It had to be.

“Nice to meet you, Jamie,” Clay said and leaned down, extending his index finger.

The baby broke into a wide, rather comical grin and grabbed Clay’s finger, holding it as he were shaking hands.

“He likes you,” Cassie blurted.

“The feeling’s mutual.” The tug inside Clay’s chest grew stronger, and he grinned back at the baby. Turning his head, he discovered Sierra’s face mere inches from him. “Cute baby.”

She stared back at him, her brown eyes wide with terror.

His grin dissolved, and he involuntarily straightened. The moment he did, she practically leapt out of her chair.

“I’d better clean this up.” Grabbing the jar of baby food and empty bottle with her free hand, she cut past Isa and made a hasty beeline for the sink, Jamie riding on her hip.

What exactly had happened?

He would have understood anger. He’d treated her badly after all. But fear? No. Something else was definitely amiss.

Clay’s glance cut to Sage and Caitlin still sitting at the table. Their expressions reflected a confusion similar to the one he was experiencing.

The celebration continued with cake and punch. Wayne Powell, Sierra’s father, acted as host. The group of men, which included a few family friends and two of the Powells’ longtime ranch hands, wandered to the living room. The women, girls and Wayne remained in the kitchen, hovering around Sierra and Jamie.

Clay stayed, too, using a conversation with Wayne as his excuse. While the older man talked, Clay kept one ear tuned to the discussion going on between the women.

Sierra had set Jamie on the floor, and he was toddling about by her feet. Isa knelt in front of him, making a toy pony that looked as if it had been mauled gallop in the air.

“How old is he?” Caitlin asked Sierra.

Sierra hesitated, thinned her lips and twirled a strand of glossy brunette hair around her finger. “About a year.”

Clay knew that look and habit, having seen it a hundred times before. He’d spent almost as much time at Powell Ranch as he had his own family’s while growing up. Sierra was the pesky, always-in-the-way little sister. While she didn’t lie, exactly, she’d occasionally exaggerated, and the hair-twirling was a dead giveaway.

So, what was she exaggerating about this time?

“He’s walking well for a year,” Sage commented.

“Did he have his birthday already?” Cassie asked. “Maybe we can have a party for him.”

Sierra thinned her lips again and twirled her hair even faster. “He already had a party.”

Wayne said something to Sierra about her and Jamie staying in Ethan’s old room, that her room had been given over to the girls.