The Bridesmaid's Baby
There were days when Lucy McKenty knew she was in the wrong job. A woman in her thirties with a loudly ticking biological clock should not devote huge chunks of her time to delivering gorgeous babies.
Admittedly, the babies Lucy delivered usually had four legs and a tail, but that didn't stop them from being impossibly cute, and it certainly didn't stop her from longing for a baby. Just one baby of her own to hold and to love.
The longing swept through her now as she knelt in the straw beside the calf she'd just delivered. The birthing had been difficult, needing ropes and a great deal of Lucy's perspiration, but now, as she shifted the newborn closer to his exhausted mother's head, she felt an all too familiar wrench on her heartstrings.
The cow opened her eyes and began to lick her calf, slowly, methodically, and Lucy smiled as the newborn nuzzled closer. She never tired of this miracle.
Within minutes, the little calf was wobbling to his feet, butting at his mother's side, already urging her to join him in a game.
Nothing could beat the joy of new life.
Except… this idyllic scene was an uncomfortable reminder that Lucy had very little chance of ... read full excerpt from: The Bridesmaid's Baby ebook
