Oh Baby is live!
The Marry the Scot series is complete with Ally's story now being devoured by hordes of emotional McRae brothers fans. What a journey we've been on with these Scottish brothers!
Read below the poignant first meeting between Ally and his tiny baby. Please note: this excerpt could be considered spoilerish. You get to find out the baby's gender, Ally's emotional state, and the situation they are in. Read on with caution.
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Oh Baby (Marry the Scot, #5) excerpt
“Alasdair. Come in.” Rena beckoned me in like she owned the place.
In my head, I ran through fifteen sarcastic answers, but outwardly I only nodded and kicked off my shoes, leaving them in the porch. My problems with the social workers could wait.
I only cared about one thing.
A wee cry floated through the rooms. My gut twisted. “That her?”
Without waiting for an answer, I darted through, following the sound. In the lounge, two women sat on a couch. But on the carpet, in a Moses basket, was a tiny newborn baby. Her little mouth was open, suckling on nothing, and her whimpers grew louder.
No one moved to hush her.
Self-conscious and furious, I crossed the room and sank to the floor. “Hey,” I whispered. “No, no, dinna cry, lass.”
In my head, I pictured her as Skye, easing my fear of picking her up, and I did exactly what Scarlet had suggested. I collected her from the basket and popped open the top buttons of my shirt. “You’re probably wondering who I am,” I told her.
She wriggled in my hold, strong already despite weighing nothing.
“Maybe I should just…” someone said, and one of the women rose and left the room.
I paid her no mind, same as I ignored Rena taking a seat next to the remaining woman. Instead, I shuffled until my shoulders met the wall then I rested the bairn on my lap.
This was going to hurt. My heart ached, beating double time, but I forced myself to gaze at her wee face. She scrunched up her nose, her eyes tight shut.
I took a long, absorbing look.
Pale skin. Blonde hair.
The lass was all me. Clan McRae through and through.
Until I tilted her to remove her pink padded outfit, and I saw her ma in her wee consternated expression.
Emotion rolled through me.
It was an act, every one of my movements, on display for all to see. But the bairn didn’t care about that. She wasn’t judging me. The tiny wee thing only needed comfort.
“I’m your da,” I said, forcing out my words. “I’m so sorry I wasnae there to meet ye on your birthday.”
With care, I prised open a final button and slid the bairn, wearing just a nappy, inside my shirt.
She quietened, instantly, against my skin. Magic.
I tucked around her warm body, holding her close.
Every part of this was unexpected, no matter how much I’d planned. I’d dreamed about the moment, sweated over the anxiety of it. All my life, I’d avoided facing up to problems. I was an entertainer, getting by on my looks.
This first hold broke me. Cracked my superficial being clean in two.
What the f**k was I worth to a bairn who just needed her ma? I couldn’t utter another word.
Like her, I closed my eyes, and we huddled together.
