Only Mine (15 page)

She drew back slightly, only to have the phone interrupt the question. Finn reached across to the receiver on the end table and handed it to her.

She sat up.

“Hello?”

“Dakota Hendrix?” an unfamiliar woman asked.

“Yes.”

“I'm Patricia Lee. We spoke a few months ago about your adoption application.”

“What?” She quickly cleared her thoughts. “Oh, yes. I remember.” The international agency had been quick to approve her application. Unlike several of the others she'd tried, this one hadn't minded that she was single.

“I heard about what happened with that little boy,”
Patricia said. “I'm so sorry. I don't know if they told you, but there was a mix-up in the paperwork.”

Dakota had been told the same thing, although she'd never been sure if it really was a mix-up or if the agency had preferred sending the child to a married couple. Either way, it was an odd thing to call about on a Saturday night.

“Of course I was disappointed,” Dakota admitted.

“Then you're still interested in adopting a child?”

“Of course.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” the other woman said. “We have a little girl. She's six months old and quite adorable. I wonder if you would be interested in her.”

Dakota felt the blood rush from her head and wondered if she was going to faint. “Do you mean it? You have a child for me?”

“Yes, we do. I'm emailing you her file right now. There are a couple of pictures, as well. I was wondering if you would call me back after you look at the pictures. We have one of our workers returning home late tomorrow. If you want to take the child, she can get on the same flight. Otherwise it might be a couple of months until you can have her. I know this is quick, so if you want to wait we all understand. It won't change your application status.”

Dakota's head spun. They were offering her what she'd always wanted. The chance for a family of her own. And six months old. That was so young. She was somewhat familiar with the developmental problems of
a child raised in an orphanage. The younger the child, the more easily those problems were overcome. The little boy she'd been offered before had been five.

“When would you need to know?”

“In the next couple of hours,” Patricia admitted. “I'm sorry it's such short notice. Our contact has been called home with a family emergency. We try to send a child with every adult going home. But again, it's up to you. We're not trying to pressure you. If you're not ready, we'll call the next family on the list.”

Dakota walked into the kitchen. She picked up a pen and some sticky notes, then sat at the kitchen table. “Give me your number,” she said. “I'll look at the file and call you back within the hour.”

“Thank you,” Patricia said.

Dakota took the information, then hung up. She sat in her kitchen. She knew she was in a chair with her feet on the floor, but part of her felt as if she were flying. Flying and shaking and emotional beyond tears. She had to still be breathing because she was conscious, but she couldn't really feel her body.

Somewhere in the background there was a dinging sound. Finn walked into the kitchen and took the casserole dish from the oven. Then he turned to face her.

“You're adopting a child?” he asked, sounding stunned.

She nodded, still unable to focus on anything. “Yes. They have a little girl for me arriving in L.A.” She looked
at him. “She's from Kazakhstan. Six months old. They're sending me a file. I need to go turn on my computer.”

She stood, then couldn't remember where her computer was. This wasn't happening, was it? She laughed. “They're going to give me a little girl of my own.”

“I know you wanted kids…” His voice trailed off, then he nodded slowly. “You have a lot to deal with. Why don't I get out of your way?”

“What? Oh.”

So much for their romantic dinner, she thought sadly. So much for him. Finn had more than made it clear he wasn't looking for another family.

“Thanks,” she said. “I have to make a decision pretty quickly.”

“No problem.” He started to leave, then paused. “You'll let me know what you decide?”

“Of course.”

“Good.”

She watched him leave. There was a whisper of sadness, but it quickly faded as she hurried to her spare room and turned on her laptop. The machine seemed to take forever to boot, but when it finally did and she was able to open the file, she saw the picture.

And she knew.

M
AKING THE DECISION
was easy, Dakota realized the next morning. The details, on the other hand, threatened to drown her. She'd barely gotten any sleep. Every time she'd closed her eyes, she'd thought of something else she had to do. Even putting a pad of paper and a pen on her nightstand hadn't helped very much.

It was barely after eight in the morning, and she was exhausted. She had lists, including supplies, and the names of who she was going to call. The last big issue to be resolved was whether to drive to Los Angeles or to fly.

Although flying would be faster, she had to face the reality of dealing with the six-month-old baby she barely knew. What if her new daughter cried the whole way? Dakota wouldn't know how to handle that. So driving made more sense. Except it was probably an eight-hour drive and wouldn't that be stressful on the child, as well?

Dakota tapped her pen on the paper, not sure what was the best solution. In a few minutes, she would call her mother. She wanted to tell Denise the good news and ask her advice on the transportation issue.

In the meantime, she could review her shopping list. Not only would she need diapers and a couple of blankets, there was the issue of formula. Dakota didn't know very much about babies, but she was relatively sure switching formula could cause an upset stomach. Hopefully, the person traveling with the little girl had brought plenty.

She crossed to the phone by the sofa, but before she could pick up the receiver, there was soft knocking on her front door. She changed directions and opened it, only to find Finn standing on her small porch. He had take-out coffee containers in each hand.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “It's early.”

He handed her the coffee. “Nonfat, right?”

“Yes. Thank you.” She stepped back and shook her head. “Sorry, I'm a little fuzzy this morning. Why are you here?”

“You're keeping the baby.”

“How do you know?”

He smiled. “I know you. You talked about the fact that you can't have kids and you're a kid person. Given the chance to adopt, you will.”

“Oh, you're right.” Unexpected insight, she thought. But nice.

He followed her into the house.

“I don't know what I'm doing,” she admitted. “I didn't get much sleep and it seems like there are a thousand things to do.”

He followed her into the kitchen. “Sure there are.
Most people get nine months to figure out what to do about a baby. You've had what? Nine hours?”

All of which was true, she thought. But she was still surprised to see him. He'd taken off so quickly the previous night.

“I'm doing the list thing,” she said, pointing to the pages on the kitchen table. “I'm going to call my mom in a few minutes. She's had six kids. If anyone knows what to do, it's her.”

“Have you picked a name?”

She smiled. “I was thinking of Hannah. It's the name that came to me when I saw her picture.”

“Hannah Hendrix. I like it.”

“Me, too,” she said. “Everything is so surreal. I don't know what to think even.”

“You're going to be fine,” he told her.

“You can't know that.”

“Sure I can. You're the kind of person who cares about other people. And isn't that what you're always telling me? That kids want to know you're there for them?” He smiled. “I'm really happy for you, Dakota.”

His support was unexpected, but very nice. She was close enough to the edge that it could've made her cry, but she was determined to maintain control.

“For a guy who isn't interested in having a family,” she said, “you're pretty sensitive and understanding.”

He winced. “Don't let word get out. I have a reputation to uphold. How are you getting to L.A.?”

“To pick up Hannah? I can't decide. That's what I
was going to talk to my mom about. Flying is faster, but I'm afraid to take an unfamiliar baby on a plane. Which means driving makes more sense, but it's kind of long. I don't know how she'll feel or what she's like. She could be really scared.”

“Let's fly,” he told her. “I'll rent a plane. She's coming into the international terminal, right?”

“Yes, but you can't fly me to Los Angeles.”

“Why not? Don't you trust me?”

Her concern wasn't about his flying abilities. She was sure he was very good. “Isn't renting a private plane a big deal? And expensive?”

“Not that big a deal. It's going to cost more than flying commercial, but I'm talking about a four-seater plane. Not a jet. It'll be faster than a car, and when you consider going through security and having to get there two hours before your flight, faster than flying commercial. There's an executive airport just east of LAX. We'll land there and take the shuttle to the international terminal.”

“That sounds perfect,” she said, relieved to have her problem solved. “Thank you. This is a huge relief. How do I pay for the plane? Do you want my credit card number?”

“We'll work that out later,” he told her. “Let me go arrange for the rental.”

They decided on what time they were leaving in the morning, then Finn kissed her lightly. “Congratulations,” he said.

“Thank you for everything.”

“I'm happy to help.”

After he left, Dakota stood in the center of the room, holding her coffee. She was still surprised by his offer of help, although very grateful. She wasn't sure why he was getting involved, but she knew better than to ask questions.

A quick glance at the clock told her it was time to call her mother. She only had one day to get her entire life rearranged. In less than forty-eight hours, she would be a mother.

 

B
Y NOON
, her house was overflowing with well-wishers. Dakota had called her mother. Denise had called her other daughters, along with most of the people they knew in Fool's Gold.

Nevada and Montana had shown up first. Then her mother had arrived minutes later. Liz and Jo were joined by Charity and her new baby. Marsha, the town mayor, arrived with Alice, the chief of police. Friends and neighbors filled Dakota's small house.

She'd already printed out the pictures of Hannah the adoption agency had emailed, and they were passed from hand to hand.

“Are you excited?” Montana asked. “I would be terrified. The dogs take the best of my maternal skills. I'm not sure I could manage more.”

“I am terrified,” Dakota admitted. “What if I screw up? What if she doesn't like me? What if she wants to go back to Kazakhstan?”

“The good news is, she can't talk,” Nevada told her. “So asking to leave is out of the question.”

“Small comfort,” Dakota muttered.

Her mother joined her on the sofa and put her arm around her. “You're going to do just fine. It's going to be difficult at first, but you'll get the hang of it. Your daughter is going to love you and you're going to love her.”

“You can't know that,” Dakota told her, fighting panic.

“Of course I can,” her mother said. “I guarantee it. And the best part of all is I finally get a granddaughter.”

Nevada smiled. “Because it's all about you?”

“Of course.” Denise laughed. “Not that I don't love my grandsons, but I'm dying to buy something pink and frilly. Please don't turn my only granddaughter into a tomboy, I beg you.”

“I'll do my best,” Dakota promised.

She looked around her crowded living room. Most of the women had brought food for the impromptu gathering. A few had brought casserole dishes that she could use later in the week. That was the way of life here. Everyone took care of their own.

A very pregnant Pia and her husband, Raoul, Dakota's boss, moved toward her.

“So typical,” Pia said hugging her as tightly as her huge belly would allow. “Jumping to the front of the line. Here I am nearly two months away from giving birth and you're getting a baby first.”

“Congratulations,” Raoul said, kissing her cheek, while managing to keep his arm around Pia. “How you holding up?”

“I'm in a panic. I need to go shopping,” she said. “I need diapers and a bed and a changing table.” She knew there was more, but she couldn't think of what. One of those baby books would help, she thought. Didn't they have lists of what you needed? “Are there baby things that you don't need when the kid is six months old?” she asked.

“Not to worry,” her mother told her. “I'll go shopping with you. I'll make sure you have everything you need for the flight home. You're going to give me your house key. By the time you get home tomorrow, everything will be waiting.”

If anyone else had told her that, she wouldn't have believed her. But this was her mother. Denise knew how to get things done. You couldn't have six kids and not be an expert at management.

“Thank you,” she whispered, then hugged her mother. “I couldn't get through this without you.”

Emotions threatened to overwhelm her. None of this felt real, yet she knew it was happening. She was going to have a baby. A child of her own. Despite her broken body, she was getting her own family.

As she looked around the room, at all the friends and family who had dropped everything to stop by and wish her the best, Dakota realized she was wrong. She
wasn't getting her own family. Her family had always existed. What she was getting instead was a wonderful, unexpected blessing.

 

D
AKOTA HAD NEVER BEEN
in a small plane before. But even flying in something roughly the size of a tin can was nothing when compared with the reality of becoming the mother of a six-month-old child she'd never met.

As Finn flew them southwest toward Los Angeles, she frantically flipped through the book she'd bought the previous day. The authors of
What to Expect the First Year
deserved some kind of award. And perhaps a house on the beach to go with that. Thanks to them, she at least had a place to start.

“Diapers,” she muttered.

“You okay?” Finn asked.

“No. Yesterday Pia went on and on about different kinds of diapers. I thought she was silly. I mocked her. But what do I know about diapers? I can't remember the last time I diapered a baby. Any babysitting I did in high school was with older kids.”

She looked at him, trying to breathe through her panic. “This is crazy. What are those people doing, leaving me alone with a child? Shouldn't they have investigated me more? There were only two home visits. Should I have to take some kind of practical evaluation? I don't know what formula to give her or if she's had shots. Kids get shots, don't they? Shots are a big deal.”

“Calm down,” Finn said soothingly. “Diapers aren't
that hard. I changed them when my brothers were babies. The disposable kind make it really easy.”

“Sure. They were easy twenty years ago. Things could be different now.”

He turned his attention back to the view out the front window. One corner of his mouth turned up. “You think they've made it more difficult to diaper a baby in the past twenty years? That doesn't make for a very good marketing plan.”

Her chest felt tight. She told herself she was fine, but it seemed more and more difficult to breathe. “Don't use logic on me, mister. Do you really want me to get hysterical? Because I can.”

“I don't doubt you,” he said. “Dakota, you're going to have to trust yourself. As for the formula and shots, whoever has Hannah now will give you all that information. What did they tell you when they called?”

“Not that much,” she muttered. “You heard most of the conversation.”

“Didn't you have other interviews before?”

“Yes. Several. There was paperwork and we talked and they came to Fool's Gold and checked out me and my family. The process was very lengthy.”

“So they've checked you out thoroughly. If they trust you, then you should try trusting yourself.”

“Okay.” She inhaled. “That could work.”

“Remember, you have your mom for help. Your sisters and your friends. You can ask me anything you want.”

She clutched the book tightly against her chest. “Would you please turn the plane around?”

“Anything but that. You know you want this baby.”

He was right. Sure, it was going to be tough in the beginning, but she would learn. Mothers had learned for thousands of years. She was considered to have above average intelligence. That had to help.

She opened the parenting book and tried to read. The words were a blur. The illustrations frightened her, and the lists made it difficult to keep from screaming.

“I need more time. Can't I have more time?”

“We'll be landing in about forty minutes. Is that enough?”

She glared at him. “That's not funny.”

“I wasn't trying to be funny.” He clicked on the microphone and spoke to the tower.

Dakota didn't know much about flying, but she realized Finn had been telling the truth. As she looked out the window she saw the vastness of Los Angeles spread out before them.

She could do this, she told herself. She wanted to do this. She glanced at the notes her mother had given her. She knew she had the right supplies, even if she didn't know what all of them were. She was prepared for Hannah to be tired and cranky. There were soft blankets and diapers and stuffed animals in the baby bag. A couple of changes of clothing in different sizes, in case Hannah's clothes were damp.

Finn had promised to help her with the first couple
of diaper changes. There would be a family restroom in the airport terminal. Everything was going to be fine. She just had to keep telling herself that.

As promised, forty minutes later the plane rolled to a stop. Finn grabbed the diaper bag and stepped out of the plane. Dakota followed. She felt light-headed, and if her heart pounded any harder, it was going to jump out of her chest. That wasn't going to be pretty.