Baby, I'm Yours. Catherine Mann

The wraparound porch with hanging ferns swaying in the wind offered a welcoming vision he knew wasn’t meant for him.

      He would leave her alone for her much-needed nap and the shower party thing. But before morning, he and Claire would have one very straightforward discussion. He’d had enough of Claire shuffling him aside.

      Even though the thought of marriage knocked his sea legs out from under him, no way would he walk away from his child.