A/N — After spending the past year writing a series of short stories involving Tom Selleck's character Frank Reagan of the TV series Blue Bloods, I decided I was ready to move on to something else. But it seems I wasn't ready to move on from Tom Selleck, as I quickly had an idea for a short story for the 1987 movie Three Men and a Baby, starring Mr. Selleck, Ted Danson, and Steve Guttenberg. However, with a quick check I discovered there was no category for this movie. Two weeks after my first request (I sent many. Sorry FF administration for the overload.) the movie was added.

So, I have the honor of publishing the very first Three Men and a Baby fanfic. My story is simply a slight deviation of the original, adding my own character into the mix, and creating (once again) a big "no-no" of fanfiction writing by making the OC a main character. It starts later in the film, after Ted Danson's character, actor Jack Holden, has returned from his movie shoot in Turkey. I hope you enjoy.

Christine Carson scanned the area as she sat, the concrete bench warm on the back of her legs below her shorts, thanks to the bright sun of the afternoon. She had expected to find Central Park more crowded than usual with the warmer-than-normal temperature, but she hadn't expected the hordes of park visitors invading her normally quiet spot.

As commissioning editor for a large book publishing company with designs on the editorial director's position, she spent long, pressured hours at the office during the week. She liked the wide open space of the park, as well as the peace and quiet of it she had enjoyed the past several Saturday afternoons when she had come to relax and enjoy a bit of mother nature. She frowned at the mass of bodies surrounding her now. Quilts and beach towels covered the grassy field in front of her as sunbathers, picnickers, and even lovers pleasured in the beauty of the day. Young children squealed with delight as they ran circles around those in charge of them relaxing on their individual blankets. Joggers, roller skaters, and walkers — some pushing strollers or following behind dogs on leashes — constantly passed by on the trail behind her.

The scene that most caught her attention was the three attractive, physically fit men tossing a red frisbee to one another in the middle of it all. She gauged them to be around her own age, possibly a bit older, closer to 40 perhaps. They drew her attention, as well as the attention of other women who were flocking around the men in droves, much like moths to a flame — young women mostly, early twenties to early thirties, most dressed in short shorts and skimpy tops.

The men were all attractive enough to turn women's heads, all dark haired, two of them quite tall, the third somewhat shorter. The shorter one had a cute, boyish face, with somewhat curly hair. A second one was more handsome with straight, combed-backed "Fonzie" hair, and strong facial features, including prominent brow and sturdy jawline with a slightly pointed chin. The third man, the tallest of the three, could be best described as ruggedly handsome, with thick wavy hair, bushy eyebrows, and a heavy mustache. He seemed the most athletic of the three — tanned, with broad shoulders, and thick, muscular thighs. He sported a light blue cotton shirt tucked into cuffed, khaki shorts. Short, rolled up sleeves exposed well-defined biceps. His moves were slick, often passing the frisbee from behind his back.

What most attracted the attention of Christina, however, was the baby with these men. Talk about a chick magnet — the cute little baby, dressed in a pink play outfit and matching frilly bonnet, seemed to bring the women running. The men passed the infant among themselves as they tossed their frisbee. Of course, whichever one had the pleasure of holding the baby at the moment attracted the attention of the most women, so the men took turns, the disappointment of the other two clear in their expressions as the women turned from them to follow the man with the baby. Their smiles returned as they each accepted their share of slips of paper from many of the women, slips of paper she could only guess included their name and phone number. Offering their services for babysitting? Yeah, right.

Christine watched with curiosity, but also disgust at the idea that these men would use the small child to pick up women. Which one was the father? None sported wedding rings. And where was the baby's mother?

Bored with watching the spectacle after several minutes, she pulled a paperback book from the bag on the bench next to her, and began reading where she had left off the weekend before.

"Ouch!"

Engrossed in the novel, the sudden bump of something on the shin of her crossed leg startled her. Leaning over to rub the spot, she quickly eyed the culprit lying on the ground — a red frisbee. As she reached to pick it up, she heard a male voice above her.

"Sorry. My friend made a wild toss there. Are you okay?"

Christine's eyes slowly made their way up khaki pants-clad legs, past an Aloha shirt, to the smooth, strong-jawed face of one of the men with the baby.

"I'm fine. And I believe this is yours." She handed him the frisbee.

"You sure you're okay? Because if that long, beautiful leg is in need of medical attention, or just a soothing rub—"

She jerked her leg away as he attempted to place his hands on it. "It's fine, thank you for your concern." She made no effort to hide her annoyance at his lame attempt at coming on to her. What? He didn't have enough phone numbers already?

"Come here often?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes as she stuffed her book back into her bag. "Does that line really work for you? Because it's really quite lame."

"Most of the time, yeah." He flashed her a smile, his eyes glistening. "But I can come up with a better one, if necessary. Usually there's no need."

"Don't bother."

As she slipped the straps of her bag over her shoulders one of the men, the shortest one, called out, "Come on, Jack! You're holding things up!"

"Keep your shirt on! Can't you see I'm busy here!" he yelled back. After tossing the frisbee to the man, he turned his attention back to Christine, placing his hands on his chest. "Sorry for the rudeness of my friend. Now, where were we?"

Rising from the bench, she replied, "I was just leaving. Enjoy your day with your friends."

He held his hands over his mouth prayer style for a few seconds, then said, "Okay. Obviously we've gotten off to a wrong start here. Let me introduce myself. I'm Jack Holden." He offered his hand. "And you are…?"

Ignoring his extended hand, she replied, "Not interested. Now if you'll excuse me…"

She turned to leave. As she did, she caught a glimpse of the third man with the mustache. He was holding the baby, but his attention was focused on Christine. As the baby reached for his face, he gently took her tiny arm in his hand and held it, but his gaze remained steady. Christine froze as her eyes met his, and locked. A weird sensation swept through her body, a feeling she had never experienced before. Several seconds seem to pass before the strange spell was broken by the voice of the man who had just introduced himself to her.

"Aw...come on," she heard him plea, "give me a chance, will ya? I'm a really nice guy. Just ask my friends over there, they'll tell you."

As she continued her exit, she dismissively waved bye to him over her shoulder. It was not until she put what she considered a safe distance between her and all three of the men did she dared to turn back around for one last look.

The incredibly good-looking man with the mustache still held the baby, and his gaze was still on her.