A Family of Her Own (Dundee, Idaho #3)(76)
Author: Brenda Novak

Rebecca immediately jumped up and led the Rogers family to the pew where she and Josh were sitting, and relinquished the baby for the first time—to Katie’s father.

EPILOGUE

Six months later…

TROY KICKED HIS LEGS and chewed his fist as Booker held him in one arm and stood back to see the effect of his new sign. Booker T & Son’s Automotive Repair. He liked the look of it, liked the sound of it, too. He’d paid Lionel off, and now he and Katie were expanding their business to the lot next door. They needed the space right away, because Katie had built a thriving Internet business selling tire rims through Booker T’s Automotive Web site.

“What do you think?” he asked Katie, glancing over at his wife.

It had snowed heavily last night. Katie was wearing a parka, jeans and boots, and her breath misted on the early morning air. “It’s great,” she said, smiling widely. “But we’re going to have to change it as soon as we have another child. You know that, don’t you?”

“We should have a couple of years yet. Troy isn’t even walking.” He kissed his baby’s cheek, and Troy immediately started babbling, “Da, da, da.”

Booker raised his eyebrows. “Hear that?”

Katie was still staring at the sign. “What?”

“Troy’s saying his first words.”

She turned her attention to their son, but Troy jammed a finger in his mouth and stopped talking. “He’s not saying anything.”

“He just said Dada. Listen.” Booker put his forehead to Troy’s, pulled the baby’s finger out of his mouth and met his eyes. “Say it again, Troy. Say ‘Dada.”’

Troy blinked, his round blue eyes staring innocently up at him, and Katie started to laugh. “You’re dreaming.”

“Wait. He said it a minute ago. Come on, Troy.”

“No!” Katie told their son, scowling playfully. “Say Mama…Ma-ma.”

Troy looked from Katie to Booker and broke into a drooly grin. “He’ll say it in a sec,” Booker told her, but a car pulled into the lot, distracting all three of them, and he turned to see Rebecca driving a new Jaguar. Delaney, who’d just had a baby boy three weeks earlier, was in the passenger seat.

“Whoa, early Christmas present?” Booker asked as Rebecca lowered her window.

Rebecca exchanged a look with Delaney. “It was going to be my Christmas present,” she said. “But I’m taking it back.”

He and Katie moved closer. “Why?”

Tears welled up in Rebecca’s eyes, yet she was smiling. “Because I just got a better one.”

“What’s that?” Katie asked, sounding as confused as Booker felt.

“The lab called yesterday.”

“The lab?” Booker repeated.

“I went there because I was afraid to trust the test I did at home.” A tear escaped and ran down Rebecca’s cheek. She wiped it away, sniffed, and gave them a watery smile. “I’m pregnant!”