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The woman awakened when she heard the sounds of her baby crying from the next room. Sleepily she pulled on her robe before taking the few steps that would take her out of her room and into her son's nursery. Murmuring quietly to the little boy in her native language she reached down and picked him up, settling the baby in her arms as she walked over to the corner where she'd placed a rocking chair.
"Quiet, my little, Jaime. Your mother is here," she whispered, rocking the baby. He cried for several more minutes before falling asleep again. She continued to rock him, her eyes gliding over her son's face as she did even as she searched for his father's features in his face.
Jaime had his father's nose and her mouth. His eyes were a dark brown but he could have received that from either parent and his hair was as black as hers was. He hadn't inherited much in the way of his looks from his father but already, even at three months of age, she was seeing signs that he had inherited some of his father's intelligence.
And for some reason she didn't fully understand, it frightened her beyond words . . .
Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was nearly 4 in the morning. Yawning, she returned Jaime to his crib and went to lay back down in her own bed. Her thoughts turning to Jarod as she remembered him the day he had left her, a year ago today.
She remembered the pain and the grief and the sadness at the thought of leaving her behind and alone again. They'd connected somehow during his short stay in her life. They had connected because the loneliness and the pain both had known early in their lives. She knew she would never forget the night they had spent together, in the comfort of the one another's arms, after having made love to one another for the first time in both of their lives.
Nia knew that there was a chance that she would have a child after that night. She had also known that Jarod could never be told that she'd had had Jaime because she feared that he'd return, placing them all in danger. So before Jaime had been born, she'd sold her home, packed up her few possessions and had moved to a small town in Montana.
She'd left behind a letter for Jarod should he ever return to look for her, telling him that she loved him but for his sake, they could never see one another again. After entrusting a friend with the letter she had come here to raise their child in safety even if she still cried over the secret she'd never be able to tell
him. . .
And as if sensing his mother's sadness, Jaime began to cry again in the other room. Smiling sadly even as she wiped away her tears, Nia went to comfort her son. . .