Ten Mountain Men’s Baby (Love by Numbers #9) Read Online Nicole Casey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Love by Numbers Series by Nicole Casey
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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“Well, actually, I’ll be teaming up with a volunteer program, ‘Medicine on the Trail.’ So, it won’t affect my residency. Actually, it will look really good on my resume.”

Dad nodded. “That sounds great, Ryker. I think that’s a smart decision.”

Mom glanced worriedly at him.

Amy continued looking at me, still on the edge of her seat. “But that’s not why you’re going, is it? That’s not the main reason?”

I shook my head. “Actually, it’s been on my mind for some time now. And when I heard about the volunteer program, well, everything just fell into place.”

Mom glanced at Dad, then at Amy, then at me. “What’s been on your mind for some time now? What is Amy talking about? What is this ‘real reason?’”

“Mom, I’m twenty-five. I’m a man.”

The carefully crafted speech I’d prepared and practiced—the one where I tell my parents how much I love them; how good they’ve been to me adopting me, raising me, loving me; how grateful I am for all they’ve done for me; the smooth segue into how I need to find out more about myself, who I am, where I come from, and how that doesn’t nor will it affect how I feel about them—that carefully crafted speech got jumbled and confused in my head and came out as a mess of sentimental and incoherent declarations. I stumbled through it while Mom fixated on my eyes with a worried, disapproving expression on her face.

“I think it’s a great idea,” said Dad.

“You do?” Mom threw him an accusatory look.

“Sure,” he said. “It’s natural for a boy to want to know where he comes from, to find his roots.” He lifted his glass to me. “I wish you the best of success with your quest, Son.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

Mom ruffled then refolded her napkin and placed it angrily onto the table. “Well, I think it’s foolish.”

“Mom!” Amy exclaimed.

“You’ve only just started your residency,” she said to me. “And you’re going to, what, throw away four years of medical school to go trekking around in backwoods hillbilly country?”

“Mom!” Amy protested.

“Honey,” said Dad as he put an arm around Mom, “you weren’t listening. He said he’s going to do volunteer work. He’s not—”

Mom interrupted to throw another objection at me. “And what about that lovely girl you’ve been seeing? Lucy. Is she going with you on this”—she waved her hand in the air as if she needed help conjuring the words— “on this fantasy quest?”

“Now, honey,” said Dad, taking Mom’s hand in his. “What’s gotten into you?”

Mom pulled her hand free. “I knew this day was coming,” she muttered.

“Mom,” I said, “I’m not throwing away medical school. There’s nothing to be upset about.”

She looked at me sternly. “No? Nothing to be upset about?”

I shook my head. “I’m just going away for a few months and doing some volunteer work.”

“And to look for your birth parents,” she said.

I nodded. “And to look for my birth parents.” I put my hands out defensively. “Not necessarily to find them, just to learn about them, learn about me.”

Mom shook her head and looked down at her lap, despondently. “Honey, we’ve been over this before. We don’t know who your birth parents are. You were abandoned.”

“Mom!” Amy objected and threw her a scorned look.

“What?” Mom looked at Amy and raised her shoulders. “He’s heard this before,” she said, looking back at me, “though it’s not like he’s listened any.”

Amy stood up for me. And Dad repeated words of support and encouragement. Mom, however, could not be consoled from the chagrin the news brought her, nor could she be convinced that this trip was a good idea for me.

We ate dessert in relative silence, interrupted by Dad’s awkward attempts to broach a new and lighter subject. They left. Amy offered to stay behind and help clean up, but I told her I preferred to be on my own.

I wasn’t surprised that Mom was hurt. I could appreciate how potentially upsetting it could be to raise a child, sacrifice so much to make sure he grows up loved and cared for and with all the chances to succeed… then to have that child, now a young man, want to go off in search of his birth parents, the ones who had abandoned him, who never did anything or gave anything to provide or care for him. I could appreciate how potentially frustrating and disappointing that might be for her.

But what did come as a surprise to me was the disparaging things she said about the mountain people of Appalachia. I’d always taken her for a free-thinking, liberal type, and to hear her speak with such closed-mindedness, that was the most surprising thing about the evening and the most disappointing.

Even though I wasn’t set to depart for another six days, that night, I packed my things. I found there was something quite therapeutic about packing: touching physical objects and organizing them to prepare for a potentially life-changing event. I felt much better when I’d finished. I phoned my dad and thanked him again for his words of support.



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