I’ve always run away from labels.
Now there’s one I cannot run away from.
Father.
Choose Me
The Ballerina Series Book 4
by Ursula Sinclair
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romantic Suspense
I refused to be placed in anyone’s box.
Vin
I’ve always been the best friend, the one nightstand, the groomsmen never the
groom. Then I go and become that ‘F’ word. Yeah, I become a Father before I am
even part of a couple. I’ve never been one to live a normal life. Whatever that
is. It’s never been for me. But then a woman and my child change everything.
They become everything. I will become whatever they need. Because that will be
who I am.
Samantha
My husband and I always wanted a child, but it was not meant to be. Until one
day, one came into our lives, and she became my everything. But the man that
should have protected us didn’t, he betrayed us. Exposed us to men who
threatened the safety of my child and me. Then someone came into our lives
amidst the chaos, but who was he there to save, me or his child?
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Future
Vin
“Vin!”
“What!” Something about the way she said my name had me
blinking and trying to focus my sleep fogged mind. A shudder traveled through
my body. What the hell time is it?
The connections in my brain were still a bit fuzzy, but I recognized the pitch
of that voice. I’d heard it enough times. Something was wrong.
“Christie?” I spoke into my phone.
“I’m at the hospital, Vin. The baby…” Terror laced her tone.
“What? Isn’t it too early?” I questioned. Christie wasn’t
quite eight months pregnant, since that was the last time we’d hooked up. “Is
something wrong?”
“You’ve got to come now!”
Fear rippled in her voice.
I’d never heard her sound like this before. My heart pressed
against my chest. “Okay, okay on my way.”
I glanced at the time on my phone. Since my head hit the
pillow, I’d gotten less than three hours of sleep. Rolling out of bed, I downed
some aspirin I kept on the nightstand. Staggering to the bathroom, I washed my
face with cold water. It helped a little. My eyesight was no longer quite so
blurry. When I glanced at the mirror, I could at least make out my blood shot
eyes from too little sleep. But my mind was clear.
Quickly, I tossed on some clean clothes then caught a taxi
to the hospital, Christie had scheduled her delivery in. I hoped like hell
she would be there. This woman prepared for everything.
Except for an unplanned pregnancy.
I pulled out my phone to shoot a group text to my best
friends, Maze and Dante. To let them know Christie was in the hospital and to
meet me there but stopped myself before pressing send. First, it was three
fucking o’clock in the morning and secondly, I had no idea what the hell was
going on, other than I could hear the panic in Christie’s voice. I’d wait until
I knew more.
At this hour, it only took about fifteen minutes for me to
get to the hospital in midtown. Still, by the time I got there—it was the right
hospital—they’d already taken Christie into surgery. I wasn’t family, just the
father of the child we’d both agreed to put up for a private adoption. Which
meant no one would tell me anything, other than to have a seat and wait for the
doctor. Or the lawyer, for the couple adopting the baby. But I wasn’t sure if
the hospital or Christie had notified the lawyer, or the couple, and I wasn’t
going to remind anyone. At this point, I also didn’t give a rat’s ass. Christie
might have been a one or two night hook up, but I still cared about her and the
baby we created.
“Mr. Tinsdale?” A pretty young woman in plain purple colored
scrubs stood in front of me.
I stood up. “Yes, that’s me. How’s Christie and the baby?”
“Christie signed a form before they took her in, allowing us
to talk to you as the biological father of the baby. The baby is in distress,
the doctor is performing an emergency C-section, as soon as he knows more,
he’ll come out to speak to you.”
“Thank you.” Even if her words did little to relieve my
anxiety. I plopped my ass back down onto the seat. It wasn’t until the nurse
disappeared through the double doors, I questioned what she’d said. Or rather
the way she said it, know more about what? Shouldn’t it only be to tell me if
it was a boy or a girl? Oh, God! Did distress mean the baby might die? Was
Christie going to be, okay?
I ran my fingers through my shorthair as these thoughts
played table tennis in my mind. I’d made a bit of an ass of myself earlier at
the nurses’ station, demanding someone come out to tell me something. All I
could do now was sit and wait for the doctor.
I sat there alone, my hands rested on my knees, head down,
eyes staring at the floor, seeing nothing but my f’ing life rolling away from
me. Tied to someone I didn’t even like—for life. One who would be the mother of
my child. All because some shitty piece of latex malfunctioned. Fuck of a
malfunction. Still, I prayed to a supreme being or beings somewhere out there
that Christie and the baby would be okay. Even if I’d agreed to the adoption,
the thought of my child dying sent fear zinging through me.
I took a deep breath. Single mother, single father, nothing
single about it. Not when an innocent life was involved. A life who apparently
wanted to make an early appearance. Way early. A preemie. My child would be a
preemie. Labels—fucking labels. All my life I’d dealt with them. But I refused
to be placed in anyone’s box.
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Ursula
Sinclair is a USA Today Bestselling Author and the alter ego for LaVerne
Thompson, a USA Today Bestselling, award winning, multi-published author. An
avid reader and a writer of fantasy, paranormal, contemporary, and sci/fi
sensual romances. She loves creating worlds within and without our world. She enjoys good action scenes. Most of her books under
either name, also have a touch of violence and a few more than that. She
writes romantic suspense and new adult romance under her alter ego.
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is a certified chocoholic and is currently working on several projects. Some
might even involve chocolate. But writing helps maintain her sanity.
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