The Baby Compromise. Linda Ford

fear that she would fail.

      Failure was not an option.

      Her hurried steps bounced the baby and he stopped fussing.

      When they reached the Wrights’ house, the teacherage that was spared in the fire that destroyed the school, they were greeted by Holly and Mason’s son, who was playing outside. Redheaded Liam was one of the boys Rebecca had brought from New York. As soon as he’d arrived, he’d quickly grown close with both the schoolteacher and the sheriff, who had officially adopted him just days after their recent wedding.

      “Hello, Miss Sterling,” he called. “Hi, Heidi. Whatcha got?” He indicated the basket at Heidi’s side.

      “A baby.” Heidi pointed to little Gabriel in Rebecca’s arms.

      Liam ran to Rebecca’s side. “A baby? Where’d you get him?”

      Holly came to the door. “Did I hear you have a baby?”

      Rebecca nodded as Gabriel wailed. “His name is Gabriel and he’s hungry.”

      “Bring him in.” Holly ushered them into her small living room. The whole tiny house was not even the size of the ballroom in Rebecca’s father’s home, and yet it comfortably housed three very happy people. Rebecca marveled again at how little it took to satisfy this sweet woman. There was no doubting her happiness. She seemed to glow from within.

      Rebecca bounced to quiet the baby, but he wouldn’t be lulled.

      “What do you need?” Holly asked.

      “There’s milk and a bottle in the basket.”

      “I’ll get it ready.”

      Heidi handed Holly the items. “Can I go play with Liam?”

      “Of course.” Rebecca knew the girl missed the other orphan children, who had all been placed.

      She and Liam ran outside.

      Rebecca watched Holly carefully as she washed the bottle and rinsed it with scalding water from the kettle simmering on the back of the stove. Then she filled the bottle with milk and set it in a bowl of hot water. “Why do you do that?”

      “You’ve never cared for a baby?” Holly asked.

      “No.”

      “I’m warming the milk so he doesn’t get a tummyache.” She took the bottle from the water, wiped the outside dry and shook a few drops of milk onto her wrist. “I’m checking to make sure it’s the right temperature. Here, let me show you.”

      Rebecca held out her arm and Holly dropped milk on her wrist.

      “Does it feel comfortably warm?”

      Rebecca nodded.

      “Then here you go.” She handed Rebecca the bottle. “Make yourself at home.” They both sat on the couch.

      Rebecca remembered everything that she’d seen Heidi do and rubbed Gabriel’s little cheek. He turned toward her finger and she offered him the bottle, grinning as the baby sucked eagerly.

      “How do you know about caring for babies?” she asked her friend.

      Holly chuckled. “Aren’t schoolteachers supposed to be experts on everything? Besides, I helped care for babies when I was younger. Now tell me about this little fellow.”

      Rebecca repeated the story of Colton finding him at the orphanage site. “Gabriel was crying when I came and Colton begged me to make him stop.” Strange how they had gone from him asking for her help to him trying to take over. Apparently, she’d made a bad impression when she hadn’t realized the baby needed a new diaper. Now he didn’t seem to think she was capable of doing anything useful.

      A quick knock sounded on the door and Charlotte Reed burst into the room. “What’s this about Rebecca finding a baby?” The woman’s strawberry blond hair was a bit windblown and her porcelain skin was flushed. Clearly, she’d rushed over as soon as she heard the news.

      “How did you hear?” Rebecca jostled Gabriel, who had stopped eating after only a few ounces.

      “Likely he needs burping,” Holly said.

      Rebecca knew what to do from watching Heidi. She cradled the baby to her shoulder and patted his back. He rewarded her with a gentle burp. She could do this. She could care for this baby. She turned back to Charlotte and repeated her question.

      Charlotte chuckled. “I stopped at the store. Mr. Gavin told me. His wife was all atwitter about the news.” She bent over the baby. “He’s so sweet.”

      Rebecca smiled down at Gabriel and her heart gave a strange tug. Would she ever have a baby of her own? Once she’d dreamed of it. Before she was left at the altar with her hopes dashed.

      “Where’s Sasha?” Holly asked.

      “She’s playing with the others.”

      Charlotte had fallen in love with the raven-haired four-year-old orphan the moment she laid eyes on her when Rebecca and the children had first come to town. She’d persuaded her husband, Charlie Miller, to agree to take in the child, but then he’d died suddenly, leaving her a widow and Sasha’s placement in jeopardy—the policy of the Orphan Salvation Society didn’t allow for a single woman to foster a child on her own. Fortunately, Charlotte had persuaded Wyatt Reed, a new arrival in town, to marry her so she could keep the little girl. It hadn’t taken long for Wyatt to fall in love with this quiet, gentle woman—and with the little girl they had formally adopted. In fact, Wyatt had become so committed to the cause of helping orphans that he’d taken on the appointment as U.S. marshal so he could track down and rescue the children Felix Baxter had endangered.

      Rebecca allowed herself a moment of rejoicing in knowing all the children she’d brought west had been placed in good homes with loving families...all, that is, except Heidi.

      “Give us all the details,” Charlotte said, bringing Rebecca’s thoughts back to the present.

      Rebecca repeated her story about the baby.

      “Are you going to keep him?”

      Both ladies leaned closer, waiting for her answer.

      “The note his mother left asked for him to live at the orphanage, so I’ll care for him until it’s finished. Though it would be ideal if we could locate his mother and help her.”

      The pair nodded. “So you’ll take him to the hotel?”

      “No. I’ve agreed to go to the Hayes ranch.”

      Charlotte gasped, “Why?”

      Rebecca laughed at her friend’s surprise.

      “See this quilt?” She repeated Colton’s story. “He’s convinced it means the baby is part of the Hayes family and insisted that, as a relative, he would care for the baby.” She shook her head. “We’ll share the baby’s care and he’ll help with building the orphanage.”

      Her friends stared at her in disbelief.

      Then Holly chuckled. “You’re going to live with that big, handsome rancher?”

      Rebecca’s cheeks burned. “Not in an indecent way. His parents live in the house, too.”

      Holly's cheeks flushed red. “Of course. That’s what I meant.” She brightened. “But Colton Hayes? By my calculations the man is twenty-eight years old and not married. It amazes me. I would think every mother in the county would be parading their daughters before him.”

      Charlotte asked to hold the baby, and Rebecca relinquished a now-content Gabriel to her. Charlotte snuggled him close. “I guess Colton has his hands full with his parents. Neither of them is well. Have you noticed how gentle he is with them when he brings them to town?” She sighed expansively. “He’s so devoted to them. Such a sweet man.”

      “Not that sweet,” Rebecca muttered.