The Billionaire's Christmas Baby(21)

Emily’s soft cry interrupted her reply.

“Is that a baby?” Mrs. Sampson gasped, sitting up straight.

“No,” Jackson snapped.

“Oh my, Jackson. You really do need to get your hearing checked, it is most definitely a baby!” Mrs. Sampson said, rising as Emily’s cries continued. Mrs. Sampson looked as though she was going to explode if the baby’s cries weren’t answered. Hannah was trying to contain her smile as she crossed the great room.

“I’ll make sure he gets a specialist to check him out, Mrs. Sampson. And I’ll be right back, there is someone very important I’d like you to meet,” she said, saying a silent prayer of thanks. This was exactly what she needed. Hannah tried not to skip down the hall on the way to her room.

She returned moments later to find Mrs. Sampson waiting at the end of the corridor, wringing her hands. “Mrs. Sampson, I’d like you to meet Emily.” Mrs. Sampson rushed over to her side.

“Oh, she’s precious, just precious! May I hold her, Hannah?” the woman asked with such joy in her eyes. “Look Harry, she’s so little.” Mrs. Sampson walked slowly into the great room and sat down next to her husband, as though she were holding the most fragile piece of crystal.

“She’s a real cutie,” Mr. Sampson said, touching a little tuft of Emily’s hair. “A little angel,” he whispered.

“Yes, an angel,” Mrs. Sampson said, nodding.

Hannah stole a quick glance at Jackson. His calm, laughing demeanor was gone and she could see the tension in his body. He was standing in front of the hearth now, fire poker in his hand as he nudged some logs around.

“We had no idea that you two had a child,” Mrs. Sampson whispered as Emily stared wide-eyed at her.

“Well,” Hannah said, folding her hands together, “she’s not really ours.”


“She’s my sister’s child,” Jackson said, his voice thick and stilted. “My sister died and this is her baby.” Hannah tried to hide her shock that he would say anything to the Sampson’s about Louise or Emily. He was trying. He was trying to be honest and her heart swelled with sympathy at the lines around his mouth.

“Oh, Jackson, we’re so sorry,” Mr. Sampson said, rising and patting Jackson on the arm. Jackson’s expression softened as the much slighter, older man showed such compassion.

“Thank you,” Jackson said with a terse nod.

“What about her father?” Mrs. Sampson said, her voice heavy with unshod tears.

“No father,” Jackson said with a frown.

Hannah’s body tensed. These people were here for a reason and she was going to use this opportunity to her full advantage.

“I want Jackson to be her father,” Hannah said softly, though her voice sounded loud to her ears. She stared straight into Jackson’s eyes, the silent challenge not evoking a response from him at all. He didn’t look surprised by her statement, his mouth set in a grim line.

“What an honor that must be. She is a precious gift. There is nothing more special than a baby. Nothing on earth,” Mrs. Sampson said, her eyes filled with tears as she looked from Jackson to Emily. Hannah’s eyes didn’t leave his face. His jaw clenched and he gave the woman a short nod. Hannah noticed he wouldn’t look at Emily.

“Do you have children of your own?” Hannah asked, looking away from Jackson’s intense stare.

Mrs. Sampson continued to rub Emily’s back and a soft smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, the lines on her face deepening as she whispered, “We always wanted children. Always. But, well, Harry and I just weren’t blessed in that way.”

Hannah’s heart ached as Harry ambled over to his wife, his own faded blue eyes shiny. She glanced over at Jackson, whose back had been to them, his shoulders rigid. She felt her own ache. What she would have given to have parents like the Sampsons. Their love was so real, their actions so pure.

“But we were blessed to have found each other,” Mr. Sampson said brightly. His wife looked at him, nodding. She stood slowly and handed Emily over to Hannah.

“I think we’ve intruded on your time together long enough,” Mrs. Sampson said, as Harry slipped his Santa hat over his head. Hannah followed them to the door as Jackson retrieved their red coats.

“It’s been so nice to meet you,” Hannah said with a smile as she stroked the back of Emily’s head.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks for stopping by,” Jackson said gruffly, standing next to her after he’d helped Mrs. Sampson into her coat.

“Are you sure you’ll be all right getting back in this weather?” Hannah asked, as she glanced out at the blowing snow in the window. She ignored Jackson’s nudge.

“Oh we’ll be fine, I’ve been driving around in worse storms than this!” Mr. Sampson said, slapping Jackson on the shoulder. Jackson shook his hand and Hannah could have sworn she saw him smile. But when Mrs. Sampson leaned up on her tiptoes to give Jackson a kiss, his facade cracked and he gave the woman a smile that had her blushing and beaming. Moments later, as they were waving goodbye to the Sampsons, Hannah wondered if this visit had done it. Maybe it was that added piece of wisdom and insight that would compel Jackson to rise up.

“That was a fun night, don’t you think?” Hannah said brightly, walking with Emily toward the kitchen to heat up a bottle.