"So
what are you going to do?" Bling asked a few hours later,
McKenzie was finally fed, changed, dressed and sleeping in the guest
room. They were preparing another meal after cleaning up the one
Logan put on the floor.
"Well, I can't send her to an
orphanage, but I should be able to arrange for someone to adopt her."
"But I thought the note asked you not to give her away,
she's such a sweet baby."
"I can't have a child here. I
don't know anything about babies! I didn't even baby-sit when I was a
teenager." Logan thumped a tomato he was going to chop on the
table for emphasis, squishing it. "Oops. So much for the salad,
that was the last tomato."
"Logan, most new fathers
don't know anything about babies. In fact, I know some people who
were even afraid to pick up their child when they were first
born."
"That's silly. I know babies aren't that fragile.
But still, I can't have a child."
"Why not?" Bling
asked, moving into the dining room. "What's wrong with you
having a child?"
"What will my family think, for
starters."
"Who cares what they think. If Max were here,
she'd kick your butt for even thinking that."
"But..."
"Logan.
Why don't you give her a couple of days? See how it works out. Maybe
McKenzie's mother will come back."
"Maybe..." he
mumbled, taking a bite of his dinner. Bling looked at the clock, it
was almost nine.
"Well I hate to eat and run, but I should
be going. Give it a couple of days. You have lots of people to help
you; we're just a phone call away."
"Alright. A couple
of days." After Bling left, Logan cleaned up the dishes. He went
to check on McKenzie, who was still sleeping. Looking at the clock,
he realized it was after ten, and he suddenly felt really tired.
Logan made sure McKenzie was alright once again, and then went to
bed.
Logan was woken suddenly. McKenzie was crying! He
grabbed his glasses and got out of bed as quickly as he could.
Glancing at his alarm clock, he noticed it was 2 am. He went down the
hall to the guest room and got the baby off the bed, then took her to
the kitchen for a bottle. Remembering Original Cindy's words, Logan
didn't microwave it, but warmed it in a pot on the stove. Once she
got the milk into her mouth, McKenzie calmed down. She closed her
eyes and appeared to go back to sleep, but suddenly they opened and
she looked directly at Logan.
Then he saw what Original Cindy had
seen...
To Be Continued...
