forehead wrinkled briefly.
“Okay, not Rose,” Maggie said. “Maybe I should call you Buttercup, because of your hair. It’s a beautiful color.” She tilted her head and smiled. “No, don’t worry, I wouldn’t saddle you with a name like that. How about…Angel. My little gift from heaven. Angel. Angela.” She sighed. “No, that makes me think of the Angela who lived next door when I was six. She used to trap cats in the garbage cans.”
Yawning widely, the baby relaxed into the crook of Maggie’s arm.
“Maybe I should call you Jewel,” she said. “Because you’re so precious.”
There was a quiet rap on the door. Maggie glanced up. When she saw who it was, she felt another spurt of tears.
This was crazy. It didn’t seem to take much to set her off, but the mere glimpse of the man in the doorway made her heart turn over.
But maybe it wasn’t that crazy. After all, he’d been the one who had shared the most incredible experience of her life. He’d held her daughter even before she had. Until yesterday, when he’d been nothing more than an attractive face and a good tipper, she had been uncomfortable with her reaction to him. Today she couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather see.
Smiling, Maggie motioned him into the room with a nod. “Hi, Del.”
“Hello, Maggie.” He paused in the doorway, pushing his hands into the pockets of his navy windbreaker. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
“No, not at all.”
“I was in the neighborhood and I just wanted to check on how you were doing.”
“I’m fine. Great, in fact.”
His gaze went over her features, missing nothing. Apparently satisfied, he moved his gaze to the baby. “How is your daughter?”
“Wonderful. Perfect. Amazing.” She tipped her head again. “Come and see.”
He wavered. For a man who normally appeared so sure of himself, his hesitancy was…appealing. “She’s asleep,” he said.
“She’s beautiful when she’s asleep, isn’t she?”
“I wouldn’t want to wake her up.”
“I wish you would. Then you’d be able to see how beautiful she is when she’s awake.”
The skin around his eyes crinkled into the beginnings of a smile. “And that’s a completely objective opinion, right?”
“Of course. Anyone can see that she’s the most beautiful baby ever born.”
He moved to the side of the bed. He hesitated again, then looked at the child in her arms. “You’re right,” he said softly. “She’s something else.”
“She has lots of hair for a newborn, too. Isn’t it a gorgeous color?”
“Outstanding. Definitely outstanding.”
“She’s six pounds, seven ounces. That’s a good weight for being early. She doesn’t need to stay in an incubator or anything.”
“That’s great.”
“Actually, she might not have been all that early. My doctor suspects I might have miscalculated my dates.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Laszlo was right. I should have quit working earlier. It would have saved everyone a lot of trouble.”
“You had no control over that, Maggie. Your baby decided it was time to be born.”
“Del?”
He glanced up. “Yes?”
She swallowed hard, determined not to be a watering pot. “Thank you. For helping me. I know we’re practically strangers, and it must have been an awful shock for you, and I’m sorry for putting you through all of that, but…” She took a deep breath, knowing no words were adequate but needing to express her gratitude anyway. “Del, I want you to know I appreciate everything you did. The way you delivered my baby, the way you stayed with me until the ambulance came. You went way past being a Good Samaritan. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.”
He regarded her in silence. Gradually, the lean lines of his face relaxed. The smile that played around the corners of his eyes spread to his lips. “Maggie, I should be the one thanking you. It was a privilege to share in your daughter’s birth. I’ll never forget it.”
“Oh, Del,” she said, her chin trembling.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. That was such a lovely thing to say.”
“You’re crying.”
“It’s the hormones. I can’t seem to stop.”
He took his hands from his pockets and grabbed a fistful of tissues from the box on the tray table. As matter-of-factly as he helped her the day before, he dabbed the tears from her cheeks. “The tears are nothing to worry about. I heard that every time my sister went through this, my brother-in-law ordered tissues by the case.”
“I’m just so—” Her voice caught on a sob. “So happy.”
“I have to confess the whole business left me a little choked up myself.”
“Crazy, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” They smiled at each other for a moment. Then he pushed his hand into his windbreaker pocket and withdrew a black and white object. “Here. I brought this for the baby.”
“What…” She looked at the toy on his palm, then picked it up with her free hand. It was a velveteen panda bear with big blue embroidered eyes, a black velvet nose and a pink satin bow tied around its neck. “Oh, it’s adorable!”
“The lady in the store said it would be safe for an infant if you removed the bow. There aren’t any other parts that could come off, and the bear’s washable, too.”
“She’ll love it. I love it. Thank you, Del. That was so sweet.” Her chin trembled again.
Before the tears could fall, he had a tissue poised and waiting.
Sniffing, she set the toy on the tray table and took the tissue from Del. “Thanks again. You must think I’m an idiot.”
“No, I think you’re a mother who loves her daughter very much.”
Shaking her head, she gave a watery laugh. “If you keep saying things like that, I’ll never stop crying.”
“Sorry.”
“No, no. I don’t mind. I’m savoring every second of this. Honest.” She wadded up the tissue and tossed it toward the wastebasket. “But you really didn’t have to bring anything—”
She drew in her breath as she caught
