The children’s wing of the hospital was painted with bluebirds, colorful flowers and rainbows, but the cheery decor did nothing to ease Jared’s growing anxiety. He’d been trying to come to terms with a divorce he didn’t want and now he was about to become a guardian. A father.

      A dad.

      He thought about Brady’s letter.

      You’ve always wanted kids.

      Jared had wanted to be a dad. After he and Kate first got married, she was enthusiastic about wanting kids, but they’d agreed to hold off for a couple of years to concentrate on their careers. Still he’d imagined having a family, the perfect family to go with his fantasy of the perfect marriage—two children, a fancy double stroller and a fully loaded minivan. But when Kate’s company exploded onto the PR scene, she resisted starting a family. And then the Seattle opportunity arose. He thought the promotion and transfer was a way to have the family he desired, not destroy his marriage.

      Divorce.

      Jared hated that word. Divorce meant failure. He hated failing or losing at anything. But there didn’t seem to be a damn thing he could do about it.

      He was the first to admit they’d both made mistakes that contributed to the collapse of their marriage, but whereas Kate called the problems irreparable damage, Jared believed they could work through them. He missed Kate so much. If only she would get off the divorce kick and give their marriage a go…

      Jared waited in the lobby for her. He would have preferred driving together, but she’d wanted a few minutes by herself. He didn’t like her being alone when she was tired and stressed, but he understood. Their lives had been changed completely. Whatever the future held, however, they were in this together.

      “Sorry.” Kate’s steps echoed on the tile floor. “I couldn’t find a parking place.”

      Her red eyes suggested she’d been crying again. He wished she would let him help her get through this. “I just got here.”

      She adjusted the strap of her purse. “I hope Cassidy’s okay.”

      “Don said she would be.”

      “I know, but there’s okay and there’s okay.”

      Her nervousness reminded him of the first time he invited her home to meet his family. She’d brought flowers and a bottle of wine. Kate had been pleasant, personable, perfect. He’d later discovered she’d bought a new outfit and had her hair done that day. Her efforts had touched him and taken their dating to a new level. Jared took her hand in his. “Let’s find out how okay Cassidy is.”

      As they followed the yellow bricks painted on the floor and stepped onto the elevator hand in hand, he felt as if nothing had changed between them and they were still together. Still in love. Those had been the days.

      He’d been attracted to Kate since the moment he first saw her, and that attraction had only grown once he realized her brain matched her beauty. They’d been a perfect match. The perfect couple.

      He missed their conversations, even their disagreements. He missed everything about her from the sound of her laughter to the birthmark on her left shoulder. He especially missed the lovemaking. Their problems had never reached the bedroom. Yet somehow the marriage had gone wrong. Bad. But that didn’t mean it was over. Maybe he could make something new, something good happen between them to show Kate they could still be together.

      He stopped at the nurse’s station. “I’m Jared Reed and this is Kate Malone. We’re here to see Cassidy Lukas.”

      “I’m Rachel.” The nurse smiled. “Don Phillips said you were on the way.”

      “How is she?” Kate asked.

      “Cassidy is recovering well. She’s in Room 402.” The nurse picked up a file. “I’ll make a note to have the doctor speak with you.”

      “Thank you,” Kate said.

      The small room had a chair in one corner, a sofa bed under a bank of windows and a strange looking crib against the far wall. The four-month-old baby girl slept oblivious to them or any of the machines connected to her. Cuts—some that had been stitched—and bruises—some purple, others yellow—covered her arms and face. A white bandage was wrapped around her head.

      A wave of protectiveness washed over Jared. This baby was his and Kate’s responsibility.

      “She’s so beautiful,” Kate whispered with a hint of awe in her voice.

      Seeing the compassion in her eyes as she stared at the baby triggered something deep within him. This—Kate, him and a baby—had been his dream.

      She sighed. “Cassidy looks so much like Susan.”

      He saw the resemblance especially around the mouth and eyes. “But she’s got Brady’s chin. I hope that doesn’t mean she’s as stubborn as he was.”

      Kate smiled wanly. “Let’s hope not.”

      He glanced around the room. A stuffed bear and a basket of flowers sat on a cart. He read the cards. The bear was from Don Phillips and his wife. The flowers from Brady’s work.

      Why wasn’t the room full of flowers, balloons and cards? Where were all the visitors? Jared didn’t get it. “Why is Cassidy all alone?”

      “What do you mean?” Kate asked.

      When his sister Heather gave birth to her third child, his family camped out in the waiting room. “There isn’t anyone here with Cassidy. How come?”

      “We’re all she has.”

      “But friends. Surely Brady and Susan had some friends—”

      “Who have their own families and lives,” Kate explained. “Not everyone has a family like yours, Jared. A lot of people end up in the hospital alone. Even babies.”

      His mind accepted the truth of her words, but his heart and his upbringing rejected it. “That’s not right.”

      “She won’t have to be alone again. We can take shifts.”

      Shifts meant they wouldn’t be together. He’d been apart from Kate for so long, too long, and wanted to make the most of this time. He needed to show her they could save their marriage.

      “Is something wrong?” she asked.

      The sight of the baby hooked up to beeping machines gave Jared second thoughts. His needs came a poor second to hers. “You want to take the first shift? I need to meet with Don.”

      Kate hung her jacket on the back of the chair, tidy as always. “That will be fine.”

      But it wasn’t fine with Jared. He felt funny leaving them alone. His gaze returned to Cassidy.

      “The baby will be fine, too.” Kate’s voice sounded a little strained.

      He wasn’t worried only about the baby. Kate looked so tired. Jared wondered if she’d eaten lunch. He would be gone for at least a couple of hours. What if she or Cassidy needed something?

      “Go.” Kate motioned to the door. “The sooner you’re named personal representative, the sooner we get guardianship.”

      “If you need anything—”

      “I’ll call.”

      Would she? Kate, ever capable, never had