It only took two months for her to conceive, and there was no worrying that the embryo wouldn’t take.”
“And Rafe was fine with that, was he?” Quinn asked, unable to wrap her mind around this new scenario she’d been presented with.
“He knows I have absolutely no romantic feelings for Chrissy. I simply took care of business.”
“Logan, do you realize that as the birth mother Chrissy has legal claim to the baby whether it’s biologically hers or not?” Quinn asked, horrified. “She can take him away from you. She can even take him back to the Czech Republic, and since he is biologically hers, she just might decide to do that. She might change her mind and keep him.”
“She doesn’t want the baby,” Logan said, dismissing her concerns.
“But what if she wants to be a part of his life?”
“Every child longs for a mother, Quinn. If Chrissy wants to be a part of our son’s life, we’ll welcome it. She is a good person. She would never do anything to hurt us, or the baby.”
Oh, Logan, I do hope you know what you’re doing, Quinn thought, but didn’t say anything. It was too late for recriminations now.
A few minutes later, a nurse came to fetch Logan. He’d have to suit up to be allowed in the operating theater. “Are you ready, then?” she asked, smiling up at Logan, who was at least a head taller than her.
“Yes,” Logan said without hesitation.
“Come meet your son, then,” the nurse said. “It’ll be at least an hour, love,” she said to Quinn. “Possibly more.”
“I’ll be here,” Quinn said.
Logan gave her a brief hug and a kiss and hurried after the nurse.
Chapter 58
Once Logan had gone, Quinn settled in to wait for news. Rafe and Rita still had not returned, so she reached for a magazine someone had left in the waiting area and flipped through the glossy pages.
“Quinn!” Jude was still in his uniform, his face tense, his eyes searching hers. A khaki kit bag was slung over his shoulder, but he dropped it to the floor and opened his arms to Quinn. “It’s so good to see you,” he said. “Are Chrissy and the baby all right?”
“They’re delivering the baby via C-section. Logan is with Chrissy. Rafe and his mum went for a cup of tea.”
“I could murder a cup of tea,” Jude said as he dropped into a chair. “I came straight from the airport. Didn’t even have time to change.”
“You look very authoritative,” Quinn remarked, taking in his uniform and beret, amazed that her drug-addicted, self-destructive brother had turned into this strong, self-assured man whose solid presence was somehow very comforting.
“How’s Logan?” Jude asked. “Never mind; don’t answer that. I’m sure Logan is fine. It’s Rafe who’s probably falling to bits,” he said, shaking his head.
“He seemed a bit fragile,” Quinn agreed.
“I just can’t see Rafe having a kid,” Jude said. “He’s so…”
“So what?”
“He’s still a kid himself,” Jude explained. “Having a child is a massive responsibility. I think once the dust settles, Logan will feel like he has two children to care for.”
“Aren’t you being a little harsh?”
“No,” Jude replied. “In the army, you learn pretty quick who’ll have your back should things go pear-shaped. You know whom you can trust.”
“And you don’t think Logan can trust Rafe?”
“I think Rafe is great. I just don’t think he’s ready for fatherhood. I hope that a year from now, Logan won’t find himself a single parent.”
“I hope not. He really loves Rafe,” Quinn pointed out.
“I think Logan misses Colin,” Jude said. “Colin was so—I don’t know—solid, I guess. In that relationship, Logan was the baby, and I think he kind of liked it that way.”
“Colin is getting married,” Quinn said.
“Blimey. Is he really? Well, good for him. He’s a decent bloke. He deserves to be happy.”
“And what about you? Anyone new in your life?”
Jude tried to suppress a smile, but the light in his eyes told Quinn what she needed to know.
“You’ve met someone.”
“Yes. Tamzin. We’ve been seeing each other for about three months now,” Jude confessed. “She’s—” His face finally split into a grin. “She’s like no one I’ve ever known.”
“You’re in love,” Quinn said, grinning back at him. She was glad to see that Jude had finally let go of Bridget. Having been his twisted muse and heroin-addicted lover, Bridget had come dangerously close to also being his executioner when their drug-addled sex game had gone too far, but it had been Jude’s near-death that had finally given him the