Simon's Choice
Chapter 4/??
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
Chapter 4: Claire
I put Mykaela down after dinner and sat on my bed just watching her sleep. She seemed so perfect to me, definitely worth the sacrifice. I knew she wouldn't sleep long, and she would wake up hungry and most likely wet. I remembered the routine, how hectic life had been in the house when Sam and David were newborn.
For now, I would enjoy the quiet.
I needed to talk to Claire. Mykaela hadn't been born at a hospital, there were no witnesses, no doctor to sign a birth certificate. Sargent Michaels told me I would have a hard time getting one, without the baby's mother.
I dialed her cell phone for the sixth time since I got home from school. Still no answer. I sighed and left yet another message begging her to call me. I didn't tell her about Mykaela, I had a feeling she wouldn't call back if she knew I had the baby. I would tell her when I talked to her.
If I talked to her.
An unsettled feeling had planted itself in my gut. A nagging feeling, a sixth sense, telling me something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
I tried Claire's cell number again. Nothing.
If I didn't hear from her by tomorrow night, I would call her house. My stomach twisted in knots at the thought. Claire's house. Claire's parents. Not nice people, from all that Claire had told me. I didn't want to call them, talk to them, ask them if Claire was home.
I shivered and rubbed my arms. I would face them, for Mykaela.
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The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Seven times. I was just about to hang up.
"Hello?" a woman's voice came over the line. Mykaela's grand mother. A blood relative. Someone who could take Mykaela away from me. The thought froze in my consciousness.
"Mrs. MacDonald, my name is Simon Camden. I am a friend of Claire. Is she home? I need to talk to her."
"No. She's not home." She sounded a little too harsh. Maybe Claire was home, and Mrs. MacDonald didn't want me to talk to her. Maybe she knew about the baby and Claire was in big trouble.
I pushed a hand through my hair to try to calm my nerves. "Do you know where I can find her?"
"No."
"When will she be home?"
The woman sighed. I didn't put much thought into metaphysical things, but I could feel the bad vibes coming off her in waves, even though the phone. "Claire isn't coming home, Mr. Camden."
Not coming home? The words spiraled in my mind. "Where is she?"
"I'm sorry. I can't tell you that." The line cut off abruptly.
I stared at the receiver in my hand. Claire was gone. Not coming home, her mother had said. What the hell did that mean?
It meant Claire was gone. Probably shipped off to live with her grand parents in some other state on the other side of the country. Like Mary, when she messed up and got sent to Buffalo to live with the Colonel and Grandma Ruth.
Claire. Mykaela's mother. Gone. I would never see her again. I knew it as sure as I knew my own name.
I stood over Mykaela's crib, looking down at her. She was so perfect. Barely forty-eight hours old. My daughter. "Well, little angel. It looks like it's just you and me. Forever." I kissed my finger tips then lay them softly against her cheek.
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She was sure that a rib was broken, maybe two, because every time she took a breath she wanted to scream. She pressed a hand against her right side and tried to hold back the whimper clogging her throat; he was coming back. She could hear his footsteps just outside the door.
It slammed open and her father stood there, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He plucked it from his mouth and blew a large cloud of smoke in her direction. "You're out of here."
She lifted her head, squinting in the light from the hallway. "What do you....mean?" It was hard to talk.
"Just what I said. I won't have a slut like you living under my roof."
"But Dad--"
"Shut up!" He took a couple of steps into the room and she cringed back on the bed. The movement sent another lighting bolt of pain through her side. "If you say another word, so help me God I'll kill you this time. I put in a call to your Aunt Gayle and Uncle Drew in Canada. They need some more help on the farm. I told them to work you till you dropped. They said they'll be glad to."
Canada! She opened her mouth to protest but the only sound that came from her was a moan. My baby, my baby! Simon...oh God, my baby.....
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I sat up straight in the bed, my heart pounding like a drum in my throat and in my ears. For a second I felt like I couldn't breath. I jumped out of the bed, nearly falling on the sheets. Mykaela was sleeping. I relaxed a little and just looked at her for a moment before getting back in the bed.
I lay awake for a long time trying to figure out what woke me. I don't think I fell asleep again until after I fed Mykaela her three o'clock bottle.
I don't think I was dreaming. I don't remember dreaming. But something woke me. A noise outside maybe. Or maybe Mykaela whimpered or coughed. Something.
I sighed and curled up on my side.
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End chapter four. Please R/R and let me know what you think! Thanks! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com
Chapter 4/??
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
Chapter 4: Claire
I put Mykaela down after dinner and sat on my bed just watching her sleep. She seemed so perfect to me, definitely worth the sacrifice. I knew she wouldn't sleep long, and she would wake up hungry and most likely wet. I remembered the routine, how hectic life had been in the house when Sam and David were newborn.
For now, I would enjoy the quiet.
I needed to talk to Claire. Mykaela hadn't been born at a hospital, there were no witnesses, no doctor to sign a birth certificate. Sargent Michaels told me I would have a hard time getting one, without the baby's mother.
I dialed her cell phone for the sixth time since I got home from school. Still no answer. I sighed and left yet another message begging her to call me. I didn't tell her about Mykaela, I had a feeling she wouldn't call back if she knew I had the baby. I would tell her when I talked to her.
If I talked to her.
An unsettled feeling had planted itself in my gut. A nagging feeling, a sixth sense, telling me something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
I tried Claire's cell number again. Nothing.
If I didn't hear from her by tomorrow night, I would call her house. My stomach twisted in knots at the thought. Claire's house. Claire's parents. Not nice people, from all that Claire had told me. I didn't want to call them, talk to them, ask them if Claire was home.
I shivered and rubbed my arms. I would face them, for Mykaela.
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The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Seven times. I was just about to hang up.
"Hello?" a woman's voice came over the line. Mykaela's grand mother. A blood relative. Someone who could take Mykaela away from me. The thought froze in my consciousness.
"Mrs. MacDonald, my name is Simon Camden. I am a friend of Claire. Is she home? I need to talk to her."
"No. She's not home." She sounded a little too harsh. Maybe Claire was home, and Mrs. MacDonald didn't want me to talk to her. Maybe she knew about the baby and Claire was in big trouble.
I pushed a hand through my hair to try to calm my nerves. "Do you know where I can find her?"
"No."
"When will she be home?"
The woman sighed. I didn't put much thought into metaphysical things, but I could feel the bad vibes coming off her in waves, even though the phone. "Claire isn't coming home, Mr. Camden."
Not coming home? The words spiraled in my mind. "Where is she?"
"I'm sorry. I can't tell you that." The line cut off abruptly.
I stared at the receiver in my hand. Claire was gone. Not coming home, her mother had said. What the hell did that mean?
It meant Claire was gone. Probably shipped off to live with her grand parents in some other state on the other side of the country. Like Mary, when she messed up and got sent to Buffalo to live with the Colonel and Grandma Ruth.
Claire. Mykaela's mother. Gone. I would never see her again. I knew it as sure as I knew my own name.
I stood over Mykaela's crib, looking down at her. She was so perfect. Barely forty-eight hours old. My daughter. "Well, little angel. It looks like it's just you and me. Forever." I kissed my finger tips then lay them softly against her cheek.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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She was sure that a rib was broken, maybe two, because every time she took a breath she wanted to scream. She pressed a hand against her right side and tried to hold back the whimper clogging her throat; he was coming back. She could hear his footsteps just outside the door.
It slammed open and her father stood there, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He plucked it from his mouth and blew a large cloud of smoke in her direction. "You're out of here."
She lifted her head, squinting in the light from the hallway. "What do you....mean?" It was hard to talk.
"Just what I said. I won't have a slut like you living under my roof."
"But Dad--"
"Shut up!" He took a couple of steps into the room and she cringed back on the bed. The movement sent another lighting bolt of pain through her side. "If you say another word, so help me God I'll kill you this time. I put in a call to your Aunt Gayle and Uncle Drew in Canada. They need some more help on the farm. I told them to work you till you dropped. They said they'll be glad to."
Canada! She opened her mouth to protest but the only sound that came from her was a moan. My baby, my baby! Simon...oh God, my baby.....
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I sat up straight in the bed, my heart pounding like a drum in my throat and in my ears. For a second I felt like I couldn't breath. I jumped out of the bed, nearly falling on the sheets. Mykaela was sleeping. I relaxed a little and just looked at her for a moment before getting back in the bed.
I lay awake for a long time trying to figure out what woke me. I don't think I fell asleep again until after I fed Mykaela her three o'clock bottle.
I don't think I was dreaming. I don't remember dreaming. But something woke me. A noise outside maybe. Or maybe Mykaela whimpered or coughed. Something.
I sighed and curled up on my side.
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End chapter four. Please R/R and let me know what you think! Thanks! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com