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  IN THE FAMILY FAE

  KAREN FOX

  Copyright © 2001, 2021 by Karen Fox.

  Previously published as Buttercup Baby

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-950349-37-1

  Print ISBN: 978-1-950349-41-8

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  Publisher: Parker Hayden Media

  Imprint: Feisty Cat Books

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events or locations is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

  Art credits:

  Cover design: LB Hayden

  Baby Buggy: Original art

  Background: @ StephanieFrey/Depositphotos

  Contents

  Also by Karen Fox

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Excerpt from A Fae to Remember

  Reader Letter

  About the Author

  Also by Karen Fox

  Also by Karen Fox

  Enchanted Love Series

  One Fine Fae

  In the Family Fae

  A Fae to Remember

  Just Fae Enough

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  Other Paranormal Romances

  Sword of MacLeod

  My Enemy, My Lover

  The Scanner Universe Boxed Set

  The Hope Chest Series: The Prince

  The Hope Chest Series Boxed Set

  The Three Graces Trilogy: A Touch of Charm

  The Three Graces Trilogy Boxed Set

  Witch High Anthology

  Magick Rising Anthology

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  Contemporary Sweet Romances

  Must Love Dogs

  Her Fake Fiancé

  A Match in Dogwood Anthology

  A Dogwood Christmas Anthology

  Dogwood Secrets Unsealed Anthology

  A Dogwood Valentine Anthology

  Dogwood Fortunes Revealed Anthology

  Praise for Karen Fox

  Praise for Karen Fox’s previous Magical Love romance, One Fine Fae...

  “Finally, a heroine who’s a real woman. Finally, a hero who knows what a rare find she is. Finally, a book for us all to adore. Thank you, Karen Fox, for creating the most lovable hero romance has seen in a long, long time.”

  —Maggie Shayne, author of Eternity

  “A fantastical journey into the faerytale realm of myth, magic, and happily-ever-after... Karen Fox’s fantasy romance is sweet and charming, with plenty of Fae magic to burn up the pages.”

  —The Romance Journal

  “What a fun read! I zipped through One Fine Fae, turning pages as fast as I could...I urge readers of paranormal romance to pick up this book as quickly as they can.”

  —Scribesworld. com

  “I breezed through this most enjoyable book and am eagerly waiting for more of the same from Karen Fox.”

  —Romance and Friends

  “Fun and lively.” —Old Book Barn Gazette

  “One Fine Fae is an amusing fantasy romance that will enchant subgenre fans... Enjoyable...humorous... Karen Fox writes a novel that is fun to read.”

  —Bookbrowser. com

  “Highly enjoyable and well written. I could almost believe the magic existed... Here is an author that aims to please.”

  —Huntressreviews.com

  To JJ Fox, Torie Fox-Phillips and Kent Fox. I love them madly, even when they’re driving me crazy.

  Chapter One

  This is it? Ariel peeked over the edge of the crib at the sleeping infant. The boy was small and ordinary for what he represented—Oberon’s grandson. Odd that the King of the Fae should have a completely mortal grandson. Odder still that he had any children at all. They did not exist among the Fae, as the Fae could not procreate among themselves, and only a few half-breeds lived outside the magical realm, the result of Fae/mortal unions, such as that of Oberon’s son, Robin Goodfellow.

  Ariel snorted in disgust. That Robin would trade his magic and immortality to marry a mortal only reaffirmed the Queen of the Fae, Titania’s assertion that he didn’t belong with the Fae. And proved once again how foolish Ariel had been in impulsively defending Robin to Titania when he had first arrived in their magical realm centuries ago.

  As a result, Ariel was not only banned from Titania’s court for eternity, but she had been removed from her position as Queen of the Pillywiggins—the flower faeries. It wasn’t fair. Ariel had served Titania faithfully for centuries. She didn’t deserve to be cast away so callously.

  All her life she’d felt needed...necessary. Though six other women made up the royal court, Titania had often called on Ariel and her pillywiggins to complete numerous tasks. After all, they made up the largest section of the Fae. Now Loralei, her second in command, led the pillywiggins and Ariel had nothing.

  Since her abrupt dismissal, she had wandered aimlessly through the magical realm, bereft. With no one needing her, she felt lost, abandoned. Where was her purpose now? What was she to do for the rest of eternity?

  Fortunately, Oberon had taken pity on her and given Ariel the assignment of checking on Robin’s first child. She could report that the baby was healthy and had the look of his father and grandfather. The infant released a soft breath and Ariel paused. He did have a certain appeal, his black hair tousled and tiny fists clenched. His pudgy pink flesh begged to be touched.

  Extending her finger, Ariel brushed the baby’s cheek. His skin was soft, like that of a rose petal, and his sweet scent teased her senses. Like a flower, but none that she could name. And she knew them all. Interesting...this tiny mortal.

  She rested her arms on the side of the crib and studied him as he squirmed into a new position. Part of her ached to hold him close, to place kisses on his tender skin. Why? The Fae had no use for children. Why did she feel this strange attraction?

  She reached down and gathered up the baby, cuddling him to her chest. He emitted one cry, then snuggled against her, his fist clutching her long hair, almost as if he belonged there. Ariel cradled his head in her palm and nuzzled his face. So soft, so dependent. So needy.

  The ever-present ache in her heart eased as she held the baby. A longing she didn’t completely understand filled her.

  She wanted a child.

  “He should be waking up from his afternoon nap soon,” a voice outside the bedroom said.

  Ariel quickly placed the infant back in his bed, then turned to the dresser and shrank to her original faery size, ducking behind the lamp as the door opened. Three mortals entered the room. She recognized one of them—Robin Goodfellow’s mortal wife, Kate. The other two were strangers and Ariel studied them with interest.

  The man and woman shared similar facial features—high cheekbones, a sculpted nose, and full lips. The woman joined Kate in cooing over the baby while Ariel watched the man. Though he was a mortal, she found him appealing. He was tall and well built, a man obviously used to work, with a broad muscular chest even a heavy shirt could not disguise. His hair shone with t
he dark color of tree bark and layered back along his head, stopping just above his collar.

  Ariel blinked. She wanted to touch his hair, to see if it truly felt as soft as it looked. She shook her head. What was wrong with her? First, a yearning for a child, and now for a mortal man. Had despair driven her insane?

  He tried to appear disinterested, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway, his expression bored. But his deep brown eyes followed the women’s actions closely. Not so disinterested after all. He had a pleasant appearance, as if he smiled a lot. Perhaps he did, for the corner of his lips rose as the women exclaimed over the baby’s cuteness.

  “Isn’t he adorable, Rand?” The other woman glanced over her shoulder at him.

  He shrugged. “If you’ve seen one baby, you’ve seen them all.”

  The woman shook her head. “Men.” She grinned at Kate. “He’s perfect, Kate, and already the spitting image of his father. The ladies will have to watch out when he grows up.”

  Kate laughed. “I’m not looking that far ahead at the moment.” She caressed the sleeping infant’s back. “I guess he’s not ready to wake up yet. Want to see my latest bunches of pictures instead? Would you like to see them?”

  “Of course.” The women turned toward the doorway. “Coming, brother?”

  “Go ahead,” he said. He stepped aside for them to leave, then stood by the doorframe for several long moments after they left. Ariel frowned. What was he doing?

  She crept out from behind the lamp to the edge of the dresser. The disinterested expression left Rand’s face and was replaced by a gentleness that tugged at Ariel. She saw little of that among the Fae.

  A slight whimper emerged from the crib and Rand moved to the bed. “Now you wake up,” he murmured, laughter in his voice. He picked up the baby, supporting the child’s head in one hand and body in the other with practiced ease. As the infant awakened to reveal bright green eyes, Rand smiled. “And how are you, young master Goodfellow?”

  Rand suddenly grimaced. “Wet.” He glanced toward the doorway, then placed the baby on a nearby raised table. “I’ll let them look at their pictures.” He moved swiftly, undressing, cleaning, then redressing the child, his broad hands efficient yet gentle.

  Ariel sighed. A sudden ache built in her chest, a longing she had never experienced before. If a man could be so tender and caring with an infant, could he also be as considerate with a lover?

  Ariel had not experienced much tenderness in the magical realm...and she wanted it. Would having a child fulfill that need?

  Lifting the baby again, Rand held him against his shoulder and stroked the tiny head. “Time to see your momma.” He smiled softly as they left the room.

  Resisting the urge to follow, Ariel leaned against a white container that smelled of the infant’s unique scent. The ache in her chest intensified. She wanted a baby. Not Robin and Kate’s, but one of her own...to cuddle, to care for, to raise. Then she would be needed, then she would have a purpose to her life again.

  But the only way to create a baby was to mate with a mortal. The Fae could not impregnate each other. Fae men had often mated with mortal women, which sometimes resulted in children born to those women. Yet Ariel had never heard of a Fae woman giving birth after trysts with mortal men.

  She frowned, recalling a mention of babies many centuries ago. What was it? After several moments, she shook her head. No matter. If it had been important, she would’ve remembered.

  There had been no pregnant Fae because they could control whether they conceived or not with their magic. Had no other faery ever wanted to be a mother? Ariel hesitated, remembering Titania’s hatred of the half-breed Fae. If Ariel did have a child, she would have to keep it far from the Queen of the Fae.

  She sighed. Since she was banned from court for eternity, keeping her distance would not be a problem. The magical realm was large enough for her to make a life with her baby far from the royal court.

  But first she would have to find a man to be the father. Other mortal men she’d met in the past had been crude and rough. She did not want that...for herself or for her child. She needed someone kind and gentle, but intelligent and hardworking.

  She smiled. Of course—Rand. He appeared healthy and was quite pleasant in appearance. Very pleasant indeed.

  But she knew little of his character save that he was gentle with babies. Before she made her final decision, she needed to know more about him. But how?

  Ariel kicked at the container in frustration, only to have it waver, then crash to the dresser, coating her with a fine white substance. She sneezed several times, swiping at her gown in a futile attempt to dislodge the stuff. Enough of this.

  With a swish of magic, she transported herself outside the house. Ariel glanced around. No one in sight. She changed her clothes to resemble those of the women inside—heavy blue coverings on her legs called jeans and a ribbed sweater; then she assumed mortal size.

  Glancing at her reflection in a car window, she grimaced. She looked mortal enough in these strange tight-fitting clothes. But could she pass as one of them?

  A cold wind blew past her and she wrapped her arms around herself. Even with the afternoon sun, the chill was noticeable. The tall ash trees along the walk were dark and bare, with a few brown leaves dangling helplessly from stripped branches. The mortal season of winter was approaching—a terrible period of cold and snow. She had experienced it once and vowed never again. The eternal warmth in the magical realm was far better.

  Ariel paused. Before she returned home, she needed to meet Rand and find out if he had all the qualities she wanted for her child. To do that, she needed to get inside the house...as a mortal. But how?

  The baby. She smiled as the answer came swiftly. Rand and his sister had come to see the baby. Ariel had been sent to do the same. Only now she would approach through the front entrance.

  She reached the heavy wooden door and rapped twice before it opened. Kate smiled at her, a question in her eyes. “Yes?”

  “I’m Ariel. I’ve come to see the baby.”

  A slight frown creased Kate’s face. “Do I know you?”

  “No.” Ariel hesitated. Kate knew of the Fae but Ariel was unsure how much to reveal. “I know Robin.”

  “Robin?” Wariness entered Kate’s expression. “How do you know him?”

  “I know his father better.” Ariel met Kate’s gaze and smiled when awareness dawned in the woman’s eyes.

  “Oh.” Kate held open the door. “Come in.” As she turned toward a large room, she glanced back at Ariel. “Oberon sent you?”

  “The child is his grandson.”

  Kate smiled. “So he is.”

  As they entered the main room, the other woman looked up from cooing at the infant in her arms, but Ariel focused only on Rand, standing by the fireplace. He turned to meet her gaze, and a tingle spread through her body. Ariel drew in a deep breath. Was he the one?

  “Ariel, this is my friend, Stephanie Thayer, and her brother, Rand. Steph, Rand, this is a friend of Robin’s, Ariel...LeFay.” Kate gave Ariel an impish smile as she created the surname and motioned her forward.

  Stephanie looked up from her position in a large chair. “Did you come to hold this fella, too?”

  Remembering the baby’s softness, Ariel nodded. She’d had to release him too soon before. She settled in a nearby chair and cuddled the infant close when Stephanie placed him in her arms. “Have you given him a name?” Ariel asked Kate.

  “Brandon.” Kate stood beside them, her expression worried until Ariel settled back, the baby cradled against her arm.

  “He’s very much like his father,” Ariel said. She could easily picture the infant being her own with his dark curly hair and blue eyes. Her chest grew tight, her breath catching in her throat. For a brief moment, moisture threatened her eyes.

  Ariel blinked. Tears? Impossible. The Fae did not cry.

  But she could not deny the onslaught of emotion that washed over her. She wanted a baby. He
r own baby. Perhaps then this unbearable loneliness would fade.

  Glancing up, she found Rand gazing at her, and she gave him her most brilliant smile. His eyes widened, then a slow smile crept across his lips—lips of such sensual fullness that Ariel instantly decided she would taste them even if he was not the one to father her child.

  “Do you like children?” she asked.

  He crossed the room to stand before her, so tall she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. “As long as they’re someone else’s.”

  Stephanie laughed. “We have so many nieces and nephews that it feels like we’ve always had children.”

  “Are you good to them?” Somehow Ariel had to determine if he met all the necessary requirements.

  Rand shrugged. “Okay, I guess.”

  “Don’t let him fool you.” Stephanie grinned at Ariel. “They all adore him. He’s their favorite play toy.”

  This sounded good so far, though she was not completely certain about “play toy.” But to ask would give away her unfamiliarity with this realm. “I see.”

  Brandon stirred, crinkling his face as if about to erupt. Kate reached for him at once. ‘Time to eat.”