Chapter Sixteen

The judge was already in the courtroom when the door opened and Campbell and his father walked inside. Marcy turned around when she looked at him and felt her heart swelling with pride. She was a bit surprised that he had gotten his hair cut two days before but she did admit having his hair brushed back made him look ever more handsome. She was a little sad that he had shaved off his beard as he placed his hand on the gate and looked at the judge then softly smiled.

"Sorry I'm late, Your Honor, I was in the loo," Campbell said as he walked to the table and Judge Judith Kelly nodded.

"You are Campbell Bain then?" she asked, looking at the file then at him.

"Aye, Your Honor, I am."

"Wait, I know that voice. Are you the same Campbell Bain who does the Campbell Bain's Loony Tunes show?"

"Aye, that's me," he said with a nod of his head.

"I've seen your poster, Mister Bain, you clean up very nicely," she teased as he blushed and softly laughed. Judge Kelly opened the file when she placed the wire rimmed glasses on and looked at them. "Now that we are all here, let's get started. Mister Flynn, you may start your opening statement."

Henry Flynn was a tall man with a lean build and his black hair was peppered with gray hairs. His gray suit was form fitting and the lights shimmered on his black shoes. He walked around to the front of the table when he looked at them and placed his hands behind his back.

"When we are dealing with the care of a child, we all agree that the safety of the child comes first. Now, I am not saying that Miss McKay is a danger…" he said when Anna stood up and objected.

"Your Honor, her last name is Bain now," she said and Flynn coughed.

"I AM sorry!" he said sarcastically. "As I was saying, I am nae saying that Missus Bain is a threat tae her child but one must question her motives for allowing a lunatic…"

"Objection, Mister Bane isnae a lunatic," Anna shouted and Judge Kelly pounded the gavel.

"Miss Duff, sit down!" she said and Anna sat down.

"Again, I do apologize. What I am saying is one must question why she would allow someone with Mister Bain's….condition near her child."

"Objection, are you a medical doctor as well as a solicitor?" Anna asked.

"Um, no, I'm nae."

"Then who are you tae judge Mister Bain, let alone know if he is capable of being a good father or nae?"

"Miss Duff does have a point," Judge Kelly said. "So, just stick with why we're here and leave the rest tae your witness."

"What witness?" Campbell whispered when Marcy pointed and Campbell turned around, seeing Doctor Greene sitting a few rows behind them. "Oh bugger."

Campbell sank into the chair as Flynn went on with his opening statement and Campbell felt like he wanted to throw up. Anna gave her opening statement as Campbell smiled at her then Judge Kelly called for the first witness and Campbell placed his chin in his right hand. Doctor Greene did explain Campbell's condition while Anna and Flynn asked their questions when Doctor Greene told about what happened at Saint Jude's and Campbell sat up, raising his hand.

"Um, Your Honor, can I say something?" he asked and Judge Kelly smiled,

"Mister Bain, this is nae a classroom and you will get your turn tae talk in a few minutes," she said and he nodded. The witnesses were questioned when it was Peter's turn to testify and Marcy held Campbell's hand during Peter's testimony. Marcy glared at Peter as he walked by the table and smiled at her.

"Bastard," she whispered as Campbell shook his head and Marcy sighed. Marcy looked like she was in pain when she went to testify and Campbell titled his head to one side, giving her a concerned look. He was proud of her as she gave her testimony then headed back to the table and he kissed her cheek.

"Alright, Mister Bain, it's your turn," Judge Kelly said as he got up and walked to the witness stand. He was sworn in then sat down and Flynn walked to him then placed his hands behind his back.

"Hello, Mister Bain," he said and Campbell sighed.

"Hello," Campbell said.

"Mister Bain, let me ask you something. What is your relationship with Logan?"

"Well, how can one explain a father and son relationship? We have our fun times and our sad times."

"But you're nae his father."

"True, I didnae have a hand in his creation, like with our baby, but he is my son."

"But he isnae your son," Flynn shouted and Campbell grinned.

"Blimey, there is no need tae shout. I can hear just fine," Campbell said as he wiggled a finger in his ear and laughter echoed throughout the room.

"Order," Judge Kelly said, tapping the gavel.

"Sorry, Your Honor, didnae mean tae cause trouble," Campbell said with a pout and she smiled at him.

"That is quite alright, Mister Bain."

"Let's get back tae my questions, shall we?" Flynn asked and Campbell nodded. "Doctor Greene has stated that you tried tae kill yourself. Will you tell the court why?"

"Aye, I would, and I didnae try tae kill myself. You see, my dad had come that day tae tell me that he was going tae have me discharged from Saint Jude's so I could go live with my aunt. He said that I would have peace and quiet, which he thought I needed tae get better. The thing was, I really liked my work at our little station and wanted tae stay. So, while on the air, I came up with an idea. If I proved that I wasnae ready tae be released then he would let me stay. So, being clever and taking a big risk, I faked a manic episode," Campbell said when Doctor Green stood up and had shocked look on his faces

"You what?!" he shouted and Judge Kelly told him to sit down.

"And this is what you want tae teach a child? How tae lie and fake a condition that you yourself know is serious?" Flynn asked.

"No, but it was the only thing I could think of at the time," Campbell said.

"It is childish behavior like this that makes me wonder how you will raise your unborn child," Flynn said when Anna stood up and objected.

"Your Honor, where is this line of questioning going?" she asked.

"I am just trying…"

"You're trying tae get me mad, is what you are doing," Campbell said as he sat forward in the chair and placed his hands on his knees. "You call me immature and nae knowing what my condition is aboot but I know full well what it's like tae be like this. And do you want tae know something? So does Logan. He understands that there are days that I feel like I have had so much coffee that I could very well bounce off the walls. He understands that I sometimes want tae do things that most people would think impossible or completely bonkers. But the ONE thing I would NEVER do is hurt him, his mother or myself! It's nae in me tae do that. He also understands that there are days that all I want tae do is stay in bed and sleep or just sit and nae do anything. When I'm sad like that, he just plays quietly or sits with me."

"That's a lot for a little boy to deal with, don't you think?"

"Aye, it is."

"Your Honor….!" Anna said and Flynn smiled at her.

"No more questions," he said as he went to sit down and Campbell looked at Marcy. She looked pale and in pain as he stood up and leaned on the witness box.

"Mister Bain, sit down," Judge Kelly said.

"In a second, Your Honor," he said then looked at Marcy. "Are you alright?"

"Aye, I'm fine," she said with a nod of her head and Campbell sat down. Anna walked closer as she placed her hands on the witness box and smiled at him.

"Mister Bain, I do admit that you took a big risk with that little stunt you pulled but can you tell me one thing? Do you think you're a good father?"

"Aye, I do," Campbell said with a nod.

"And what, in your opinion, is a good father?"

"He is someone that thinks of his son's wellbeing over his own," he said as he looked at his father and Mister Bain nodded at him. "He is someone that sleeps with his head against a night table when his son has a bad dream aboot a mean man trying tae take him away from his daddy." He looked at Logan then at Peter and Peter glared at him. "He is someone that loves his kids and would gladly leave tae make sure that they could stay with their mother." He looked at Marcy and she wiped the tears out of her eyes.

"Sounds a lot like you," Anna said with a smile. "Now, you said that Logan knows aboot your condition. Mind telling us what you told him?"

"Well, he was three at the time. I told him that there is this lift inside my head. Most of the time, it's in the lobby and I'm fine but then it starts going up and down from the lobby to the top floor then back again. That it does that over and over and I have no way tae stop it. That is when I start getting wild ideas and do some odd things. Then I told him that there are times that the lift goes all the way tae the basement and sits there for a long time. That's when I'm really sad and dinnae want tae do anything until it comes back tae the lobby. I remember the first time he saw me depressed. He was just playing quietly then got up and climbed on the couch. He sat on my legs then started pushing the tip of my nose until I looked at him."

"Why was he doing that?"

"I asked him the same thing. He told me that he was pushing the lift button so the lift would come up tae the lobby," he said as Judge Kelly softly laughed and Logan smiled at him.

"And it worked 'cause he started laughing!" Logan said and Campbell nodded.

"I see, well, I have no further questions," Anna said when Campbell tilted his head, leaned to one side and looked at the puddle of water under Marcy's feet.

"Marcy?" he asked when she took a deep breath and they looked at her.

"Oh, bugger, my water broke!" she said when the courtroom became a buzz of voices and movement and Campbell hopped over the top of the witness box, running to her. Judge Kelly told him to bring Marcy into her chambers then told the security guard to call for an ambulance and Campbell helped Marcy walk to the door. Peter watched them when he looked at Logan then ran to him and picked him up, heading for the door at the back of the room.

"Daddy!" Logan shouted, reaching out for Campbell when Marcy and Campbell turned around and she looked at Campbell.

"Go get our son!" she shouted as he nodded, ran to the gate, hopped over it and ran out of the room.