"Oh, no. Not another one." Sara declared. How many people were trying to
set the apartment building ablaze, anyway?
As she thought that, Sara took a better look at the man standing before her. He was holding an infant in his arms. She looked back up at the man and found herself asking, "Is that the baby girl we've been trying to save all this time?" The blond nodded his confirmation.
Before she realized it, she had the baby girl in her arms. She gazed down at the infant with tender, almost motherly, affection.
"Hey, there, little one. What's so special about you that's made Nottingham and me go through this day for so long?"
"That, my dear, is your daughter."
Sara immediately raised her head at the blond, stunned by his allegation. "What do you mean she's my daughter?"
"Not only yours, dear child. Her father is standing lovingly beside you."
Sara shook her head in disbelief. She had to be dreaming or something. She instantly returned the baby to the blond, insisting, "There's some sort of mistake. You've got the wrong person." The blond shook his head and replied, "I assure you, my dear, there is no mistake. You and Sir Nottingham are the proud parents of this little girl. Rather, you will be in a few years."
Appalled, Sara turned to Notthingham for a moment and remarked, "I thought you and your master were bad." She turned back to the blond and motioned her head in his direction for emphasis as she continued, "This guy takes the cake."
The blond roared, "Impetuous child. Have you learned nothing from this? The two of you were meant to be together, work together. Did the battle with the Irish not prove that to you?"
Sara rolled her eyes. She was mentally drained from repeating the same day for so long and mentally relieved that tomorrow would actually be tomorrow.
"Oh, please. Spare me. Honestly, right now, I am fed up with all these hidden meanings and what my destiny is."
Sara abruptly headed for the stairs. She paused before heading up to look back at Nottingham, still staring at the baby in the nut's arms.
"Come one, Nottingham. The least you can do is carry my suspect topside for me."
Once the trio reached Sara's car, Ian put the suspect in the back seat and closed the car door. He then looked to Sara and commented, "Apparently our separate destinies are now one." Sara snapped, "Don't tell me you honestly believe that weirdo was telling us the truth?"
"Did you not listen to what he said?"
"I don't care what he said!"
"But what just happened…"
"Nothing happened!"
"But then how do you explain how our daughter…"
"There is no our daughter because nothing is ever going to happen to make there be an our daughter. Don't you get it, Nottingham? To me, you are nothing but a freak that works for a one-track minded billionaire. Nothing else."
"But…"
"No buts. End of discussion. This was all…just some sort of strange dream. Now, I'm going to go back to my somewhat normal life, starting with calling for a squad car to haul this guy in."
As she reached into the car for the CB, Ian further digested all that had just transpired. Perhaps he still had a chance. He quickly left for the mansion. He knew exactly where Mr. Irons had hidden the package that he had taken from Sara all those months ago. Maybe returning it to her now would show her that she could place her trust in him.
As she thought that, Sara took a better look at the man standing before her. He was holding an infant in his arms. She looked back up at the man and found herself asking, "Is that the baby girl we've been trying to save all this time?" The blond nodded his confirmation.
Before she realized it, she had the baby girl in her arms. She gazed down at the infant with tender, almost motherly, affection.
"Hey, there, little one. What's so special about you that's made Nottingham and me go through this day for so long?"
"That, my dear, is your daughter."
Sara immediately raised her head at the blond, stunned by his allegation. "What do you mean she's my daughter?"
"Not only yours, dear child. Her father is standing lovingly beside you."
Sara shook her head in disbelief. She had to be dreaming or something. She instantly returned the baby to the blond, insisting, "There's some sort of mistake. You've got the wrong person." The blond shook his head and replied, "I assure you, my dear, there is no mistake. You and Sir Nottingham are the proud parents of this little girl. Rather, you will be in a few years."
Appalled, Sara turned to Notthingham for a moment and remarked, "I thought you and your master were bad." She turned back to the blond and motioned her head in his direction for emphasis as she continued, "This guy takes the cake."
The blond roared, "Impetuous child. Have you learned nothing from this? The two of you were meant to be together, work together. Did the battle with the Irish not prove that to you?"
Sara rolled her eyes. She was mentally drained from repeating the same day for so long and mentally relieved that tomorrow would actually be tomorrow.
"Oh, please. Spare me. Honestly, right now, I am fed up with all these hidden meanings and what my destiny is."
Sara abruptly headed for the stairs. She paused before heading up to look back at Nottingham, still staring at the baby in the nut's arms.
"Come one, Nottingham. The least you can do is carry my suspect topside for me."
Once the trio reached Sara's car, Ian put the suspect in the back seat and closed the car door. He then looked to Sara and commented, "Apparently our separate destinies are now one." Sara snapped, "Don't tell me you honestly believe that weirdo was telling us the truth?"
"Did you not listen to what he said?"
"I don't care what he said!"
"But what just happened…"
"Nothing happened!"
"But then how do you explain how our daughter…"
"There is no our daughter because nothing is ever going to happen to make there be an our daughter. Don't you get it, Nottingham? To me, you are nothing but a freak that works for a one-track minded billionaire. Nothing else."
"But…"
"No buts. End of discussion. This was all…just some sort of strange dream. Now, I'm going to go back to my somewhat normal life, starting with calling for a squad car to haul this guy in."
As she reached into the car for the CB, Ian further digested all that had just transpired. Perhaps he still had a chance. He quickly left for the mansion. He knew exactly where Mr. Irons had hidden the package that he had taken from Sara all those months ago. Maybe returning it to her now would show her that she could place her trust in him.