Chapter Fifteen

Campbell's eyes snapped open when he sat up and moved the duvet back. Marcy was sleeping as he looked at her and kissed the top of her head. Leaving the bedroom, he held one hand on the wall as he walked down the hallway then stopped when he heard sniffing. Walking carefully into the room, he walked to the bed when he knelt down and could just see Logan's tearstained face.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly as he brushed the hair from Logan's eyes and Logan sniffed.

"I had a bad dream," Logan whispered when Campbell wiped the tears away and sighed.

"What was it aboot?"

"That man that Mummy got mad at a few months ago was taking me away. I didnae want tae go," he half shouted and Campbell hushed him.

"Och, I'm nae sure if I should be the one tae tell you this but he's your dad."

"No, you're my daddy," Logan said and Campbell sadly smiled at him.

"No, he is your daddy. See, when Mummy told him that you were growing in her tummy, he ran off. He didnae want anything tae do with it."

"But when Mummy told you aboot our baby, you didnae run off," he said and Campbell smiled.

"No, I didnae, and that is because I love the idea of having a baby with Mummy. That's one of the reasons I married her. The other reason is you'd be my son. Well, after I adopt you. You do understand what that means, eh?"

"Aye, my friend, Joey, is adopted."

"Well, that's what Mummy thinks made Peter, that's his name, want tae take you away from her. That and he's got it into his head that I'm a danger tae you."

"Miss Walsh did, too, but she didnae think that after she met you."

"Aye, she didnae but Peter does."

"Do I have tae go with him?"

"That's what we're going tae court tae find out. If the judge says that you have tae go with him then you'll have tae."

"Will he let me see the baby?"

"Aye, I'm sure Mummy would make sure that you could see her and the baby but nae me," Campbell said as fresh tears rolled down Logan's cheeks and Campbell felt his heart catching in his chest. "Hey now, no tears, sometimes people have tae do things they didnae like. It's just a part of life. We dinnae know that he will take you away." Campbell saw him nodding as he brushed the hair from his eyes and kissed the top of his head. "Now, go to sleep."

"Only if you stay," Logan said when Campbell sat on the floor and placed his head against the night table. Logan closed his eyes as Campbell took hold of his hand and wrapped his fingers around his. He watched as Logan slowly went to sleep when he closed his eyes and started praying that he wouldn't lose the sweetest little boy in the world.

Three weeks later…

The security guard opened the door while Anna and Marcy walked inside the courtroom and headed for the table. Peter sat with his solicitor as he smiled at Marcy and sat back in the chair.

"Where's the loony tunes?" he asked but Anna shook her head and they sat down. Marcy had felt ill since she woke up and Campbell kept asking her if he should take her to the hospital. She told him she was alright and she turned, looking at Logan and Lily sitting behind her. Catherine sat next to them as she smiled at Marcy and Marcy could also see her parents and Campbell's parents sitting at the back.

"Where is Campbell?" Catherine asked, touching Marcy's arm.

"He's in the loo," Marcy said as she looked at the door and prayed that he was alright.

Campbell looked at his reflection while he held onto the sink and he breathed hard and fast through his nose. He looked very handsome wearing a black suit, a white shirt, a black tie, a black vest, a black belt and black shoes and socks but he felt very ugly. His mind was aflame with images of Logan's tearstained face and the dark circles under Marcy's eyes. Her doctor had told her that the added stress wasn't doing well for the baby and she had gone into false labor four times in the last three weeks.

"If anything happens tae my baby, I'll…No, that's what he wants. He wants them seeing you freak out and prove you are a danger tae nae only Logan but tae the baby. You need tae calm down," he thought as he looked at his reflection and sighed.

"But how can I do that when all I want tae do is…" he said when the bathroom door opened and his father walked inside, heading toward him. "Dad, what are you doing in here?"

"I just came tae check on you," he said when he placed his hands on Campbell's shoulders and they looked into each other's eyes. "How are you holding up?"

"I want tae kick that wanker in the nuts."

"I didnae think so."

"Aye, it would just prove that I'm dangerous."

"Campbell Alan Bain, you are NAE dangerous!"

"I know that and you know that but that judge doesnae. If Peter's solicitor is as good as Anna, they'd have done their homework and would find out aboot the things I've done."

"All you have ever done is try tae live with something you never asked for. Have I told you lately how proud I am of you? You've gone from a hyper kid who had no idea what he wanted out of life tae a man with a career, a wife, a loving little lad and a baby on the way. I am truly proud of you."

"But I have no idea what tae do. Every time I think aboot what he's doing, I want tae strangle him."

"Just do what you did at Saint Jude's that day you decided tae have a fit because you didnae want tae go live with your aunt. Fake it," his father said as Campbell blinked and gave him a stunned look.

"How…how…how…You knew I was faking?!" he asked and his father laughed.

"I may be old, Son, but I am nae stupid," he said, giving him a nudge in the ribs. "Your doctors…" Campbell laughed then shook his head when his father straightened his tie and patted him on the shoulders. "Now, go out there and show them what a Bain man does when his back's up against the wall!"

"Aye!" he said when they left the bathroom and Campbell smiled as they headed for the courtroom.