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  ~ Dedication ~

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

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  The Blake Legacy

  Copyright © 2013 by Rhonda Laurel

  ISBN: 978-1-940223-61-2

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  First Etopia Press electronic publication: November 2013

  ~ Dedication ~

  To Morgan and Seth—thanks for the dance.

  Chapter One

  Seth Blake begrudgingly prepared for the impromptu press conference in the hospital amphitheater. He didn’t know how his publicist, Daniel, had managed to organize it, but there was a media circus waiting down stairs to interview him. After he’d won the Super Bowl, Seth had found out his wife, Morgan, had gone into labor, and he’d run out of the stadium so fast there had been no time for interviews and congratulatory fanfare.

  Now he held his son, Seth Jacob Blake Jr., in his arms, celebrating his third win in a row was the last thing on his mind.

  Morgan assured him that she and the baby would be fine for an hour without him. Despite the fact that their entire family stood outside in the hallway, he took the quickest shower of his life, peeking out of the bathroom from time to time to check on them. Morgan looked radiant, despite not having slept the past seventeen hours. The nurses wanted to make her more comfortable, but she wasn’t interested in anything that required taking the baby out of her arms.

  Seth changed and shaved, but he still wasn’t ready to go. As far as he was concerned, seeing his son being born was the most exciting and fulfilling thing that had happened all day.

  He sighed. “This shouldn’t take too long.”

  Morgan smiled at him. “Take all the time you need. You did it. You’re a third time MVP and Super Bowl champ. This is your moment.”

  “This right here is my moment.” He leaned in and kissed her and the baby.

  “The sooner you leave, the sooner you’ll be back.” Morgan shooed him out of the room.

  Seth stepped out into the hall and came face to face with the Blake and Reed clans.

  “Congrats again, baby.” His mother, Teri-Lyn, gave him a big squeeze. “Sydney and I will go in with Morgan while you do your press conference.”

  “I went back to the hotel and got her hospital bag.” Michelle, who was standing next to Seth’s brother Tyler, pointed to the bag in a chair. “Thank goodness my neurotic friend packed one just in case.”

  Tyler smirked at him. “If he picks up a football while you’re down there, I promise I’ll come and get you.”

  “That’s not funny, Tyler.” Seth punched his brother in the arm.

  “I don’t know about a football, but maybe he’ll pick up a guitar,” Seth’s best friend, Tate McGill, said behind them.

  “You’re both wrong,” Channing, his youngest brother, said. “One look at him and you can tell he’s a genius. It’s clear he wants to study law.”

  Seth shot all of them evil looks, but he enjoyed the endless possibilities for his son’s life. He and Morgan had talked about the dreams they had for their child before he was born. Morgan had assured Seth she was OK with his secret desire for his son to one day be a football player in his own right. Both agreed as long as he was happy and healthy, Seth Jacob Blake Jr. could carve out whatever life he wanted for himself.

  * * *

  As soon as Seth stepped into the crowded amphitheater, his team began chanting their battle cry. Cameras started flashing and reporters fired questions at him from around the room. He moved toward the stage and was greeted by his good friend and team mate Patton Hawkes. Patton gave him a hug and took a seat next to Seth at the center table.

  “Seth, how’s your wife?” a reporter yelled from the back of the room.

  “She’s fine. The baby’s fine. I couldn’t ask for a better day than this.” Seth ran a hand over his face.

  “Boy or girl?” someone else shouted.

  “A boy. His name is Seth Jacob Blake Jr. And before anyone asks, he will be a quarterback.” Seth grinned and winked.

  The room erupted in laughter. Technical questions about the game began to flow, and he was grateful he could answer on autopilot. He congratulated the team and reinforced the group effort involved to win, thanking each of them for playing their best. Everyone agreed that his fifty-five yard pass to Lamont to score the winning touchdown was the greatest play of the game.

  “How does it feel to achieve three Super Bowl wins in a row, something no team has ever achieved before?” The million-dollar question came from the back of the room.

  Seth tugged on his ear. “It feels great, but it’s also a humbling experience. This achievement shows how dedicated every player was on the team to doing our jobs, and in the process we made a little football history.”

  “Being three time MVP ain’t bad either, is it?”

  The crowd roared.

  “The honor of being named MVP is never to be taken lightly, and I have much respect for it. Somebody thought I was doing something right, and I appreciate that. But if I didn’t work with exceptional people, there would be no title.”

  “Seth, what were you thinking when you threw the ball to Lamont?” a sports reporter for Sports Now yelled out.

  “I was thinking, Lamont, if you never catch another pass I throw you, this is the one you should catch.” Seth laughed.

  “Were you aware your wife was in labor during the game?”

  “No. She told my family that unde
r no circumstances was anyone allowed to tell me she was in labor until the game was over.” He shook his head, smiling.

  Patton grabbed the microphone off the stand in front of him. “And before anyone asks, I am the godfather to his son.”

  There was rumbling among the team about why Patton should have the honor. Seth covered his mic with his hand, leaned over, and whispered to Patton, “Thanks, man.”

  “They’ll get over it,” Patton spoke into his microphone.

  Damn. The rumblings grew louder. Seth had to defuse the situation before it blew up in his face. “Our wives are good friends. Nina was always there to help Morgan during the pregnancy.”

  His teammates kept grumbling but gradually went quiet, and Seth tried not to wipe sweat off his brow. Questions about the game resumed, and Seth fired off responses as quickly as he could, anxious to get back to his family. He didn’t want to miss a minute of the first day of his son’s life. He did his best to be polite, but after forty-five minutes, he informed everyone he was headed back upstairs. After a brief conversation with Daniel and his agent, Luke, Seth slipped out a side door and headed for the elevator.

  “Great game today,” a familiar voice said from the direction of the reception area.

  Seth turned to see T.K. Holbrook, a friend of his father’s and one of the richest men in Texas. T.K. was also the owner of the football team the Texas Tomcats. T.K. had courted Seth throughout his football career to play for him, but timing was never on their side.

  “Thanks, T.K.” Seth shook his hand.

  “And congratulations on your baby boy. John Jacob let me get a peek at him; he’s a handsome little devil. I see a Super Bowl in his future.”

  Seth laughed. “I’m hopeful.”

  “If he does, then maybe a Blake will finally play for the Tomcats.” T.K. winked at him.

  The elevator door opened, and Seth held out his hand to keep it ajar.

  T.K. hitched up his pants. “I knew you could do it. I knew you would take the Titans to glory when you signed that contract. I regret I couldn’t get to you first.”

  “Well, the timing wasn’t right. Things seemed to have fallen into place for a reason.” Seth smiled.

  T.K. nodded at Seth’s sentiment. “You’ve given them three Super Bowl wins. I knew you were a champion the first time I saw you play in grade school. Your father and I would talk about that all the time when you were a boy. We both knew you’d be in the Hall of Fame one day.”

  “It’s a little early for that. But everything I’ve done in my career was to work toward being an exemplary player and to make my family proud.” Seth held out his hand again when the elevator door began making a jerking movement.

  “Well, you’ve definitely done that. Listen, I know you want to get back to your family. Congratulations again.”

  “Thank you for stopping by, T.K. I appreciate it.” Seth nodded.

  “Your contract with the Titans is up in a year, right?” T.K. rubbed his chin.

  Seth had to think about it for a moment. There had been so much going on he’d forgotten about his expiring contract. “Yes,” Seth said as he stepped inside the elevator.

  T.K. smiled and tipped his hat.

  The elevator doors closed, leaving Seth alone to process T.K’s surprise visit. A few years ago the possibility of playing in Texas would have been his biggest dream come true.

  The elevator opened again, and he was surprised to see the corridor leading to Morgan’s room empty. Seth gently opened the door to her room to find her nursing the baby.

  Morgan looked up when he walked in. “We were just talking about you.”

  “Is that right?” Seth sat on the bed and caressed her cheek.

  “I was telling Jake about what a great game his dad played today.”

  “Jake? That’s a nice nickname.”

  “It was not my idea. The family got together and decided that S.J. sounded pretentious. Your father said he looked like a Jake. After that decision was made, they shifted to where he would go to college. I kicked everyone out.” Morgan flashed a cheesy smile.

  Seth shook his head. “You didn’t.”

  “I love them all, but they were driving me crazy. I threatened to institute a demerit system on visitation tomorrow. How did the press conference go?”

  “I told everyone you were holding the next Blake quarterback in your arms.”

  Morgan giggled. “No pressure on your son at all. Your dad brought in this man he said was an old friend of the family. His name was T.K. Holbrook. Did you see him?”

  “I ran into him downstairs.” Seth moved her bangs out of her eyes for her. Her hands were a bit full after all.

  “Good. He seemed anxious to talk to you. I got the feeling it was about more than a congratulatory chat. What did he say?” Morgan furrowed her eyebrows.

  “He wanted to congratulate me on the baby and the win today.”

  The sound of Jake’s suckling noises echoed through the room.

  Seth couldn’t help but grin. “Boy is he hungry.”

  “He’s going to have your big appetite.”

  Seth kept watching, entranced. Morgan had to cough to bring his attention back to her face.

  “Yes?”

  “You do know my breasts won’t remain this size?”

  He smirked. “They might.”

  “Well, if I go back down to my normal cup size, maybe you’ll start looking me in the face again.” Morgan arched her eyebrow.

  Seth held his hand to his chest, feigning indignation. “I beg your pardon. I was just admiring the luscious view.”

  “Well, I got a spare tire to go with the bigger boobs.” She groaned.

  “Morgan Blake, you are beautiful, right now, just the way you are.” Seth kissed her tenderly on the lips.

  * * *

  Jake finished nursing, so Morgan hit the call button and a nurse responded immediately to assist her. The nurse told them what to expect throughout the night from their newborn and that she’d check on them in an hour. Teri-Lyn was able to barge back in for a few minutes to unpack the dinner she’d brought them from a nearby restaurant. She kissed them both goodnight and said she’d be there bright and early tomorrow.

  “This was so sweet of your momma to get us dinner.” Morgan scooted over as Seth climbed onto the bed with her.

  “Comfortable?” He nestled closer to her, putting his arm around her.

  “Yes.” She kissed his cheek.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Not possible.” Morgan placed a hand on his thigh so he would stop moving. “I’m tough, remember?”

  Seth held the steamed asparagus spear to her lips. “Eat.”

  Morgan took a small bite. “The nurse said I could be out of here as early as tomorrow afternoon.”

  “We’ll see about that. I don’t want you released until the doctor is sure you and the baby can travel.”

  “Women don’t stay in the hospital very long after deliveries anymore.” She sighed. “I can’t wait to get Jake home.”

  Seth took a sip of his water. “Jake is a pretty tame nickname. I’m surprised Tyler or Channing didn’t come up with something crazy like Switch or Buckeye.”

  Morgan covered her mouth to muffle a hearty laugh. “Nothing crazy about the name Jake Blake. Sounds like a poker player who’s running from the law.”

  Seth snorted. “I see your point.”

  His cell phone pinged. Morgan picked it up from the nightstand and checked the display. “You forgot to hit confirm on the six-week countdown you started. What exactly are you counting down?”

  “Nothing.” Seth swallowed.

  Morgan moved the phone out of his reach and smirked at the title of the countdown. “Back on Morgan’s Field.”

  He shrugged. “I was just setting a reminder for your check up with the gynecologist.”

  “What a dutiful husband.” Morgan sat up. “So, about these brothers for Jake. I think we should lay out a plan right now.”

  “I’m
ready.” Seth sat up too.

  “Hold on, cowboy. I’m aware of your diabolical plan to have your own football team. We will discuss having another baby when Jake starts showing some independence.”

  Seth nodded, accepting the challenge. “I’ll have that boy doing our taxes by the time he cuts his first tooth.”

  “Leave him alone. I’ll be happy if he can find his own foot and knows who Mommy and Daddy are.”

  Seth scratched at his five o’clock shadow. “At eight months, I was already riding my first horse, Lucky.”

  “And bench pressing one-fifty?”

  “Hell yeah. Would I lie to you?” He leaned in for a kiss, his eyes twinkling.

  “No, but your bravado is legendary. You know I can confirm all these tall tales with your mother.” Morgan moved away from him.

  Seth planted a tender smooch on her cheek. “What are we going to do about our nanny situation?”

  They’d interviewed at least two dozen nannies when Seth was home between games. Nightmarish scenarios had run through Morgan’s mind about some super sexy, nubile nanny that would come in and try to steal Seth and the baby from her. After waking up screaming one night, she’d stopped the interviews and prayed a better solution would appear.

  “Is there another reason why you don’t want to get a nanny?” Seth searched her face.

  She shrugged. “I didn’t have a nanny. My mom took care of me before I started school. If she was busy, my grandmother watched me.”

  “I didn’t have one either. Momma stayed at home and took care of all of us.” Seth nodded in agreement.