Blue Skies, Season 2, Episode 8 (Rising Storm) by Dee Davis

without her smiles?
    For a moment it was just the two of them, Marisol’s presence forgotten as they relished the joy of being together. He’d have a whole lifetime of this if he was lucky. Well, not sitting in a hospital room, but staring into her gorgeous eyes.
    “I hate to interrupt,” a voice from the door said, and Logan pulled away from Ginny to see Francine Hoffman standing in the doorway. Not much of a surprise really, considering she was a nurse, but something sent a flicker of worry chasing up Logan’s spine. Beneath his fingers, he felt Ginny’s hand tense.
    Automatically he glanced at the monitor tracking her contractions, but she wasn’t having one.
    “What is it?” he asked, his question coming out more harshly than he’d meant.
    “I’ve got some news.” Francine’s attention was focused on Ginny as she subtly tipped her head to both Marisol and Logan.
    “It’s okay, Francine,” Ginny said. “Whatever you’ve come to tell me, I want them here. They’re a part of this, too.”
    “What does she have to tell you?” Logan frowned, fighting his rising concern.
    Ginny swallowed, pulling her hand free. “A while ago, after the first time the senator threatened me, I asked Francine to do a paternity test. I figured it was better to know what I was facing. To be prepared for whatever came next.”
    Logan fought a wave of both pride and guilt. Pride because Ginny was so fierce and amazing when it came to taking care of her child. And guilt because he should have been facing these demons with her and instead he’d been wallowing in his own self-serving hell.
    “All right, then,” Francine said, her voice matter-of-fact as she slit open the sealed envelope she held.
    “Wait.” Logan held up a hand. Francine and Marisol both looked surprised. Ginny looked worried. He smiled down at her. “I just wanted to say that whatever we find out, I meant what I said earlier. It doesn’t matter. As far as I’m concerned, this baby is mine. And I’m going to honor both of you for the rest of my life.”
    Tears filled Ginny’s eyes as he reached over to run his fingers across her cheek.
    Across the bed, Marisol was beaming at him. And Francine cleared her throat, her eyes looking suspiciously moist. “So,” she said, pulling out a sheet of paper. “Do you want me to do the honors?”
    Ginny nodded, slipping her hand into Logan’s.
    Francine pulled opened the report just as Senator Rush burst through the door.
    “What the hell is he doing here?” the senator asked, his eyes narrowing on Logan.
    “He’s here because he’s family,” Marisol said, rising to her feet even as Logan jumped to his.
    “If anyone should be here with Ginny, it should be me,” the senator snarled, his face mottled with anger. “I’m the baby’s father.”
    “Actually,” Francine said, looking up from the report, her face wreathed in a smile. “You’re not.” She held the report out to Logan, who was already halfway across the room, his mind focused on kicking the senator’s ass. At her words, he froze.
    “He’s not?” Hand shaking, he took the report and scanned it quickly, his smile followed by a war whoop. “Holy shit, Ginny, the baby is Jacob’s. Little Bit is Jacob’s.”
    The senator tried to snatch the piece of paper away, but Logan was faster, his joy turning to anger as he flanked the older man. “In deference to the ladies, I’m going to give you one warning.” His voice grew lower as he closed the distance between him and the senator. “You have no business here. Your involvement with my family is over. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
    The senator held his ground, his expression masked. “The baby is mine,” he asserted, but there was doubt in his voice now.
    “Not according to this report,” Logan said. “And now unless you’d like me to call security, I want you to leave. And if I ever catch you anywhere near Ginny or the baby, I promise you’ll live to regret it. Am I making