Chapter Fourteen
Campbell had called Lily to come and take Logan for the night as Campbell looked at the ceiling and felt his body tingling with anger. His mind was ablaze with ways he wanted to hurt Peter as he sighed and moved the duvet back, getting out of bed. He walked to the window when he looked outside and pressed his forehead against the glass.
"Right, you have tae stay calm. You know that going off and punching that wanker in the face is only going tae get you sectioned. Sure, he deserves it but do you really want tae risk everything for a few seconds of enjoyment? And think aboot how Marcy will feel. She'll blame herself if anything happened tae you or him. Now, you just go back tae bed and…" he thought when he felt someone touch the small of his back and turned around, looking at Marcy.
"Come on," she said softly as she took his hand and led him to the bed. She watched him lay down on his back when she placed the duvet over his waist and gently kissed his lips. He felt the bed sag as she got back in bed then snuggled against him and placed her head on his shoulder. He knew she felt a little uncomfortable but she gently blew in his ear as he wiggled on the bed then took her hand and kissed her palm. Placing her hand against his chest, he looked at the ceiling while his heart slammed against her hand and she gently kissing his shoulder. "I am so sorry."
"No, dinnae you say that. You have NOTHING tae be sorry for!" he growled as she hushed him and he rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
"What's going on in that head of yours?"
"Och, a lot of thing that would get me either arrested or sectioned," he said with a sigh and she smiled.
"Guess Peter didnae know that it's nae a good idea tae get you pissed off, eh?"
"Aye," he said, nodding his head.
"Well, you better get some sleep. We have an appointment with my solicitor in the morning."
"I dinnae think I can sleep," he said as she hushed him and slid her hand out from under his hand. She gently moved her fingers through the small patch of hair on his chest as he looked at the ceiling and his body tingled.
"Say goodnight toes."
"Eh?" he asked, giving her confused look.
"Just close your eyes and say goodnight toes."
"Ok," he said with a smile and closed his eyes. "Goodnight toes."
"Goodnight feet."
"Goodnight feet."
"Goodnight ankles."
"Goodnight ankles."
"Goodnight calves."
"Goodnight…calves," he said with a yawn.
"Goodnight knees."
"Nighty-night knees," he said with a sigh and she felt his skin relaxing.
"Goodnight thighs."
"Night thighs," he said with a big yawn.
"Now say goodnight to….," she said and he smiled.
"They dinnae want tae go tae sleep. They want tae play."
"We'll play later. Now, say goodnight."
"Bugger, ok, goodnight boys," he said with a sigh and she smiled.
"Goodnight hips."
"Goodnight hips."
"Goodnight stomach."
"Night…stomach," he said with a yawn and she placed her hand over his heart. He held it against him as he sighed and she kissed his earlobe.
"Goodnight bellybutton," she said as he opened one eye and arched an eyebrow at her.
"Are you serious?"
"Just say it."
"Night-night bellybutton," he said with a smile.
"Goodnight fingers and thumbs," she said when he gave a soft sigh and she felt his breathing grow slow and steady. She looked at him when she pulled the duvet up to his chest and smiled, closing her eyes. "Goodnight Love."
Campbell got out of the car when he ran around to the other side of the car and opened the door. He helped Marcy out of the car when they walked up the stairs and he opened the door. Marcy's solicitor's office was on the fourth floor of the law building as they walked to the lift and he pushed the button. Lily agreed to look after Logan for the day as Marcy held onto Campbell's hand and he smiled at her. They had been to the office a few months ago when they talked about Campbell officially adopting Logan and Marcy felt that was the reason for Peter's sudden interest in getting custody of Logan.
"The bastard," she whispered as Campbell looked at her and blinked.
"Eh?" he asked when she squeezed his hand and shook her head.
"Sorry, just talking out loud," she said and he gave her a little smile. The lift doors opened when they walked inside and Campbell pushed the button. The doors closed as the lift moved upward and he rocked back and forth on his heels.
"You are nae going tae believe this but my Campbell Cuties are having a baby pool."
"They are?"
"Aye, Kay called and told me that the winner gets fifty pounds. I'm thinking of placing a bet."
"Ah, but that would be cheating," she said as she wagged a finger at him and he shrugged.
"I guess you're right," he said when the doors opened and they walked down the hallway. Stopping on front of the door, Campbell opened it for Marcy as he did a little bow and she giggled, kissing the top of his head. The reception area was elegantly decorated as they walked to the desk and the receptionist looked up at them. "Hello, we have a ten o'clock appointment with Miss Duff."
The receptionist looked at the schedule when she picked up the receiver and pushed the button.
"Miss, Duff, your ten o'clock is here," the receptionist said then nodded and hung up the receiver. "She'll be right with you. Would you like some tea?"
"Aye, that would be nice," Marcy said as the receptionist got up and walked to the tea maker that was sitting on the counter. Campbell was looked out the window when the door to Miss Anna Duff's office opened and she walked out of her office, walking toward Marcy. Anna was tall with long black hair, which was pulled back in a long braid, and a pair of wire rimmed glasses was perched on the bridge of her nose. She was wearing a black skirt, black shoes, a white shirt and a black jacket and she smiled at Marcy, who smiled back.
"Hello, Marcy," she said as they shook hands when Campbell turned around and she looked at him. "Hello, Campbell. It is nice tae see you again."
"Hello," he said as they shook hands and the receptionist walked closer, handing them two cups of tea.
"Thank you, Alice," Anna said with a nod of her head when she looked at the doorway to her office and pointed. "Shall we go inside?"
Campbell and Marcy followed her into the office when she closed the door and walked to the large oak desk at the back of the room. A large bookcase took up the entire right wall with law books and little nick knacks on the shelves and a smaller bookcase took up the entire left wall. Two leather chairs faced the desk as she sat down on the swivel chair then pointed to the chairs and they sat down.
"Now, I have looked over the complaint and I am curious aboot something," she said as she opened the file in front of her and looked down. "It says here that you, Campbell, are a danger to the child."
"That is crap. Campbell would never do anything tae endanger Logan. If he did, I would have never allowed him anywhere him or me," Marcy said as Anna nodded and closed the file.
"But they are going to use his…condition as the main stay of the petition. Now, I know that there are a lot of people, even some famous people, who have it but what we need tae do it show that Campbell is…" she said then looked down and Campbell sighed.
"Under control?" he asked and she nodded. "Bugger, that's nae so hard. I'm the picture of control."
"Uh, I did some research and found out that's nae always true. Or do you deny that you tried to kill yourself?"
"What?" Marcy asked while Campbell thought for a few minutes then smiled.
"I was faking," he said as they looked at him and Anna blinked.
"Excuse me?" Anna asked.
"I wasnae trying tae kill myself. I was pretending tae have a really big manic episode so I could stay at Saint Jude's tae work at the station. You have tae understand that my dad and I had a row aboot me leaving and going tae and live with my aunt, who lives in Perth. I told him I wanted tae stay and work at our little radio station and decided tae fake an episode, hoping that they tell him that I wasnae ready tae leave."
"You opened the window."
"I wasnae going tae jump out of it," he said, feeling like he was already in the courtroom.
"So you fake an episode just so you could stay at the hospital?"
"I just said that," he said as he sunk in the chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Campbell, she's just trying to clear things up," Marcy said as she stroked his hair and he sighed, sitting up.
"See, it is childish outbursts like that that Peter's solicitor will use to show that Campbell is dangerous," Anna said and Campbell sighed, realizing that she had a point.
"So what do we do to insure that I dinnae do that in court?" he asked.
"Well, if you can be convincing enough tae have your doctor agree tae let you stay at Saint Jude's then I cannae think it would be too hard for you doing so in court. Just keep your temper in check, ok?" Anna asked with a smile and he smiled back, nodding his head. She picked up the receiver when she pushed the button and held up a finger. "Alice, do you know who's available for a custody/adoption hearing? Hmmm, aye, she's perfect. When? Ok, call and tell them we need her on that date. Thanks." She placed the receiver down when she looked at them and placed her elbows on the desk, folding her fingers together. "We have a court date."
"When is it?" Marcy asked and Campbell held her hand tightly in his.
"Three weeks from today. The judge is well versed in custody and adoption cases and is bias when it comes to dealing with cases with people..."
"Like me," Campbell sighed and both of them looked at the sadness in his eyes. Marcy squeezed his finger when he shrugged and sadly smiled at her.
"Right, I'll get to work on our defense and will see you two in three weeks," Anna said as they nodded and she stood up. Campbell helped Marcy stand up when they shook hands then left the office and headed down the hallway. The lift doors when they looked at Peter walking out of the lift and he sneered at them, brushing some of his hair back.
"Well, look who it is," he said as he looked at them and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What are you doing here?" Marcy asked.
"My solicitor's on this floor. What are you doing here?"
"We just came from my solicitor."
"Really, and she told you Logan belongs with me and nae this loony?" he asked as she felt Campbell's fingers tightening around hers and he slightly shook his head.
"No, in fact, we have a court date," Campbell said and Peter blinked.
"When is it?"
"It's scheduled for three weeks from today. I bet she's just called your solicitor with the good news," Campbell said when Peter stormed down the hallway then turned, looking at them.
"This isnae over!" he shouted,
"You dinnae even know he was your son until a few months ago, you wanker!" she shouted when the lift door opened and Campbell gently led her into the lift, pushing the button. The doors closed as he pulled her close and she placed her face against his chest. Campbell hushed her as the tears soaked into his shirt and he sighed, watching the numbers moving.