It was a hour later when the Grinch reached the outskirts, and he was heading to a place, the home of the only one he has romantic feelings for, the one and only Martha May Whovier. He hoped that Martha wouldn't react too badly to him appearing to her today as it has been 20 years since that fateful day he ran away.
He knew that women are naturals for taking care of babies, and yes, he was placing his hopes upon the fact that Martha would help with the baby as he isn't a professional, or even a parent! Glancing at Max who whimpered softly, snorting lightly as he padded next to his master and maybe, new mistress, if he was right about the chance that the Grinch would never let go of the cute baby.
Maybe he would have another mistress in Martha May as dogs like him, they can smell the pheromones in the air between people, and his master has it badly for Martha, and now as he has seen her a few times down in the strolls here and there, he can still sense some emotions about her if the Grinch is mentioned.
The Grinch sighed heavily, praying that Martha is home, and he walked around the treeline, heading to the back door, not wishing for any Who to see him or the baby he's carrying, through the only exception he's willing to accept is Martha.
In all his strolls, he often checks on Martha, and made sure that she's safe, well, and he takes every story, every rumor, every whisper about Martha with a grain of truth. With a glance at the baby who grasped his finger again, babbling curiously, and then at Max who snorted encouragingly, The Grinch then knocked firmly two times.
Meanwhile, Martha was loading the fireplace with good-sized logs, and she was starting to spark up a match when she heard the two knocks at her back door. She was confused of why the back door was picked instead of her usual front door, then a thought came to her. Maybe it was him. She called out, "Coming!". She put down the matchbox on her table, and walked quickly to the back door, smoothing down her coat and pants, and exhaled softly as she opened the door.
She smiled brightly, "Hello, may I help you?". A voice she hasn't heard in years, yet there was that deep rumble she recognized, even if it was years and years, "Hello, Martha May.". Martha exhaled, "Grinch?". The person gave a sharp exhale, and removed his mask, and smiled softly, "You remember me.".
Martha sighed deeply, smiled, "How could I forget you? You never treated me like a fragile doll or anything, you just were there for me, and that Christmas, I wanted to find you, but you disappeared...". Grinch sighed lightly, "I really wanted to give you that gift, but after that humiliation...".
Martha came forward, placed a hand upon his arm through the cloak, "Would you believe me if I actually kept the broken pieces of the angel, and tried to fix it?". Grinch's eyes widened, exhaled, "You did?". Martha grinned, "You are so dear to me, and how could I reject such a wonderful gift that you've made with your hands, Grinch?".
Grinch chuckled, and was to say something when the baby gave out a loud cry, and Grinch grimaced, "Shh, shh, don't cry!". Martha gasped softly, "Quickly, come in!". Grinch quickly stepped in, with Max running after him, and Martha closed the door, hearing the cry increase, and walked over, "Hand the baby over. I would help.".
Grinch, struggling to calm the baby, and he nodded, gave her to Martha, speaking, "She's kinda like me...". Martha blinked in surprise, and held the babe as she opened up the bundle slightly, and gasped in awe at the remarkable likeness of Grinch's eyes within the baby' eyes, the bright green and the blazing yellow, then she saw the red hair, much like the color of two things; a famous flower and a fabulous jewel.
She breathed, "I have never imagined such a beautiful and unique baby, and she is so like you!". Grinch explained, "I found her in a sort of umbrella basket out in the cold. Max led me to her, and I don't know why I saved her, but yet the feeling that she's like me, it changes things...But taking care of a baby, I have no clue, apart from changing her diaper, thanks to the memories back in Pre-K.".
Martha breathed in horror, "Oh, my god, who knew how long you had been out there, little darling?". She smoothed the babe's fur comfortingly, slowing down the cries which had been softer and softer at the sound of Martha's mothering voice. The babe cooed, grabbing her finger firmly, and Martha chuckled, "That's it, little darling, you're sure to be strong as Grinch. Does she have a name?".
Grinch blinked in surprise, "There was no name on that basket or anything...". Martha sighed lightly, "We can't keep calling her baby or little darling, she very much needs a name.". The baby whimpered softly, and Martha nodded, "Yes, little darling, you need a name as soon as you're fed. Grinch, hold her as I grab a bottle. I knew Mother had kept some baby bottles in case if I had a kid, but I bet she never saw this coming.".
Grinch received the baby as Martha headed to the kitchen, scrounging around the cabinets for sight of a baby bottle, and Max joined her after a bark at Grinch, and Grinch called out, "Good idea, Max, to help out!". Martha called out, "That your dog's name? How did you ever meet him?".
"Believe it or not, he was actually out in the streets as a puppy, and gosh, it must have been about two years ago. He was defending himself against that Augustus fool who had kicked him as Max had sneaked a few bites on Augustus's plate. I was impressed that the pup had spunk, and so I took him in, fed him, and named him, and ever since, he never left my side, occasionally vicious yet usually smart.". Grinch chuckled as he explained on as he cradled the baby softly.
"Oh, thank you, Max! He found a baby bottle! Such a good boy!". Martha's voice sounded out proud and happy. Grinch smiled softly, his feelings strangely growing warmer and warmer as he remembered families, and he wondered if this is actually becoming true as he's not dreaming at all.