Which Child Is Mine? by Karen Rose Smith released on Nov 24, 2004 is available now for purchase.
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Award-winning author Karen Rose Smith lives in Pennsylvania and has sold over 80 novels since 1991. Her romances have made both the USA TODAY list and the Amazon Contemporary Romance Bestseller list. Believing in the power of love, she envisions herself writing relationship novels and mysteries for a long time to come! Readers can e-mail Karen at www.karenrosesmith.com or follow her on Twitter @karenrosesmith and on Facebook.
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Which Child Is Mine?
By Karen Smith
Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
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Chapter OneAs Chase Remmington held his wife's hand and coached her through another contraction, adrenaline rushed through him, feeding his excitement and concern over Fran. In scrubs with a cap pulled over his brown hair, he was sweating, although the January ice storm was freezing everything in sight outside. Driving to the community hospital not far from Washington, D.C.'s boundaries had been downright dangerous. Although this hospital had been closer to their home and seemed friendly when they'd attended parenting classes, now Chase wished he had taken Fran to a bigger facility. There wasn't enough staff here tonight, and O.B. was overcrowded with women who'd probably come to the hospital in the early stages of labor afraid the weather would keep them home-bound later.
The labor and delivery unit was so overcrowded, two women in labor lay on beds in the hall. Fran was sharing this room with a younger woman who looked to be in her early twenties. Only one nurse was tending to the two women because of the shortage of help. Before that nurse had closed the curtain between the two beds, Chase had gotten a glimpse of the younger woman. No one was with her. Chase couldn't imagine letting a woman go through this alone. From his vantage point of thirty-five, sheseemed too young to be having a baby ... too young for the responsibilities a child would bring. He and Fran had wanted their baby, but even he was awed by the monumental immensities of parenting.
Fran's obstetrician rushed into the room. Dr. Fenneker was a harried-looking woman tonight, with ash-blond hair straggling from under her scrub cap and tortoiseshell glasses perched high on her nose. As Dr. Fenneker examined Fran, the nurse who had been guiding the other patient through her breathing and contractions called from behind the curtain at Chase's back, "This baby's crowning!"
"This one is, too. You're going to have to deliver Mrs. Kendall," Dr. Fenneker returned.
The nurse threw back the curtain between the beds and her voice was shaky. "Are you sure I have to do the delivery? Dr. Singer said he'd be in -"
"Dr. Singer is delivering twins down in two. You can do this. If Fran gives me two good pushes and gets this baby out, I'll help you."
"I have to push!" Mrs. Kendall announced in a strained voice.
Chase heard the fear, but concentrated on Fran's frantic squeeze of his hand. "Easy," he whispered to her.
"The baby's coming," the nurse called.
"So is this one," Dr. Fenneker muttered in a wry tone from the foot of Fran's bed. "Do what you were taught. I'll be over as soon as I can."
Just then Fran let out a piercing cry and pushed with all her might.
Chase could almost feel her pain and just wanted it over.
Seconds later, Dr. Fenneker was easing the baby from Fran's body. "You have a little girl," she announced triumphantly.
Love overwhelmed Chase for both his wife and the child ... his daughter.
"This one's a girl, too," the nurse at the second bed said shakily, as both women suctioned and cleaned the babies, then clamped the umbilical cords.
Bending toward Fran, Chase murmured everything he was feeling.
After the doctor cut the umbilical cord, she laid their baby on a cart at the foot of both beds beside Mrs. Kendall's new daughter. Then she helped Fran deliver the afterbirth.
Suddenly the lights flickered, and the delivery room as well as the hall went dark.
Gripping his wife's hand, Chase assured her, "It's all right. The lights will be back on in a minute. Certainly there's a backup generator."
There was a shout from the hall. "The generator's not taking over. We're checking it."
Both babies were wailing now, and as the nurse and doctor moved about the room, Chase heard the cart swivel at the foot of the bed.
A moment later, he noticed Fran's hand growing clammy.
Leaning down to her, he asked, "Fran?"
The nurse switched on a battery-powered light, setting it on the counter. Dr. Fenneker was attending to Mrs. Kendall. There were no lights from monitors now ... no reassuring beeps.
In the shadows, Chase tried to find his baby daughter. The nurse was standing at the cart, and he couldn't see the babies. Seconds later she brought their daughter to them and nestled her into Fran's arm.
But Fran didn't say anything. In the eerie shadows, Chase knew something was wrong.
"Doctor? Doctor Fenneker? Check my wife."
The lights flashed on again.
Immediately, Chase spotted how pale Fran had become. Then he saw the tremendous amount of blood on the sheet.
At Chase's call, the doctor rushed over from Mrs. Kendall's bed.
Then chaos reigned.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
In the DC area, Fran Remington and Jillian Kendall share room as both give birth moments apart during a storm. The lights go out and not long afterward, Fran dies.--- Three years later Fran¿s husband Chase has raised his child Marianne with the help of his mother in Pennsylvania where he manages Willow Creek estates Vineyard. He goes to Florida to inform widow Jillian that in the chaos of the birthing their children were switched. Since Marianne needs surgery to repair heart problems, Chase gave blood only to learn that his daughter¿s blood type means neither he nor Fran are her biological parents. Jillian has AB while her child Abby has blood types that could have come from the Remingtons. As the two parents and their two children muddle through the mess, the last thing either of the adults expected was to fall in love with one another.--- Although the theme has been overdone and the convenience of having the spouses deceased (and out of the way), Karen Rose Smith furbishes a powerful tale due to a strong cast that overcomes the shortcomings. The lead couple is a likable pair who misses their beloved spouses, but are model single parents who miraculously begin to find solace and love with each other. The support cast, especially the children and even a toy dog have distinct personalities that add to the tense drama. Contemporary romance readers will value this character driven family drama.--- Harriet Klausner
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