He managed to escort his sisters-in-law out the door, then returned to the living room.
“I’m sorry about the misunderstanding. Those two are really great people but they do sometimes jump to conclusions.”
“It’s all right.” She knelt and draped a light blanket over the two sleeping babies. “The fact is, you’ve jumped to a conclusion, too.”
“What’s that?”
Pulling some papers from her briefcase, she handed a copy of Amy’s notarized instructions to Eric.
“Amy was abused most of her life, not just by the man who fathered the twins. The one thing she asked me to do before I relinquished the babies to you is to make sure you had a wife who could love them like a mother should.”
He stared at her in disbelief, then quickly read through the papers.
“This makes you the final arbiter of whether or not I get custody.”
“That’s true.” The attorney she and Amy had hired had carefully crafted Amy’s last wishes so that the custody decision about the twins would be Laura’s and hers alone.
“And she wanted me to have a wife.”
“It was her very strong preference. She had good reasons to—”
“That’s crazy!”
“Those were her wishes.” She gestured toward the legal papers in his hand. “This is what she wanted. I intend to fulfill her request as best I can.”
“Then I guess that makes it you and me against each other.”
“If that’s how you see it. I see it as doing what’s best for the twins.”
Chapter Three
“I’m going to need some sort of a changing table.”
Sunshine streamed through the window of the designated nursery, but the room itself looked bare, the only furniture the crib Eric had hauled upstairs. There ought to be a border of teddy bear ballerinas dancing along the top of the walls to match the bumper pads and crib sheets Laura had chosen for the twins. An overflowing toy box would fit under the window, a pair of desks in the corner for when they got older, a two-sided easel for painting.
“Seems to me we’re short one crib, too,” Eric commented, checking that the crib was solidly held together. “They should each have their own.”
“For now, they’re all right in one. In fact, I think they like it better that way. They seem to want to cuddle as if they were in the womb. When I take them back home—”
“The way I see it, they are home. Right here.”
“Yes, well…” For a man who’d only lately learned about the twins, he had certainly developed a possessive streak. Or maybe he was challenging her because he was innately competitive. Given the number of rodeo trophies on the mantel downstairs, he wasn’t one to give up easily. “That’s yet to be determined, isn’t it?”
“A court might decide my claim has more merit than yours, given my relationship with the twins.”
“You’re welcome to consult with an attorney.” She and Amy had already done that. In general, the mother’s wishes would prevail.
“I think I’ll do that tomorrow. Assuming you don’t mind staying with the babies while I drive into Great Falls and back.”
“If you’re planning to raise the twins, you’d better get used to having to take them with you wherever you go.”
His brows slammed down into a straight line, narrowing his eyes. “Now you’re telling me I’ll be disqualified as a father if I use a baby-sitter?”
Laura was sure Eric knew how to smile, but she had yet to see him accomplish the maneuver. But then, her comment had been unreasonable. “Point taken. I’ll stay with the twins while you check with your attorney.”
Before her accident, Laura had had adolescent dreams of someday finding a man as protective of her as Eric appeared to be of the twins. But as she’d grown older and finally fallen in love, she’d learned the truth. She was damaged goods, a woman no man would want to marry. She couldn’t bear his children.
She swallowed back the bitter memory. A man as macho as Sheriff Oakes would demand nothing less than perfection.
“Come to think of it,” Eric said, “who watches the twins when you’re at work?”
She cut him a sharp look. Fair was fair, she supposed, and he had a right to know what arrangements she’d made for the twins. “My mother will baby-sit the twins during the school year. She lives only a mile from me and adores Mandy and Becky. She loved Amy like her own, and she’s always wanted grandchildren but knew, since my accident—”
“Does that mean in order to get custody I have to come up with a loving grandmother, too, as well as a wife?”
“Well, no, I’d never require that of you.” Although Laura’s mother would be heartbroken to lose the only grandchildren she was likely to have.
He nodded, but his expression didn’t soften much. “Now, you were saying you needed something?”
She forced her thoughts back to practicalities. “A changing table. If you’ve got a card table or something like that I can use, it will do temporarily.”
“I haven’t done much decorating of the place, it didn’t seem important.” Until now, he realized. What did a bachelor need with eight rooms filled with furniture? He only used three or four of the rooms himself. But if this was going to be the twins’ home, they needed the right equipment. “Come on, we’re going shopping.”
“For what?”
“I saw some oak chests of drawers at the general store. Handmade by an old guy east of town. There ought to be one that’s the right size. You can help me pick it out. We can put their clothes and stuff inside.” He headed for the hallway. He could get another crib, too. At least order one from the catalogs Hetty Moore kept around. And he remembered Susie-Q, Lizzie’s little girl, had a jumping swing thing. He’d need two of—
“Eric, the babies are about to wake up. They’ll be hungry and need their bottles.”
“Oh. Well, okay.” So he needed to learn their schedules. No big deal. “We’ll feed them and then we’ll go.”
“What time does the store close?”
He checked his watch. “Six o’clock. It’s four now.”
“That should give us barely enough time—if the store doesn’t have a big selection and you don’t linger over your decision.”
His jaw went slack. It took that long to get the twins ready to roll? Lord, when he got up in the morning, he shaved, showered, ate breakfast and was on the road in under thirty minutes. How much longer could it take to get two itty-bitty babies
