"Are you sure about that?" Cristina asked in surprise. "You've only experienced him for two days. You don't know what it is like to live full-time with a very energetic three-year-old."

"Yes, I am very sure," Owen said. "I have enjoyed Logan's company over the past two days. I just want to get to know him better. He helps to make the whole house come alive." Cristina turned to her mom. "Mom, are you okay with this?"

"Yes," Helen said. "It is fine if he stays with you. I love my grandson very much but sometimes, I could deal with the peace and quiet. "She gave Logan a loving look. "Come, baby, give Grandma a hug and a kiss." The little boy ran to his grandmother, who picked him up in her arms and gave him a big hug. She put him down and he ran back to his mother and jumped in her arms. He was a very happy, little boy. They waved, as Helen got into the taxi and it drove away. They watched it until it disappeared as it turned at the end of the driveway.

"Okay, Logan," Cristina said. "Let's get you a bath and put on your pjs." Owen followed them back into the house, listen to Logan chatter to his mom. It was a wonderful sound, he thought.

The next morning, Owen was passing Cristina's bedroom and clearly heard her scolding Logan. The door of the bedroom was open, so he stopped and asked what had happened.

"Oh, Logan had a little accident, last night. We are trying not sleeping with pull-up diapers at night and last night, we had a failure," Cristina said. If Owen was not blind, he would have seen that Logan had a very sheepish look on his face. "You know, Logan," Cristina spoke to her son. "You are supposed to wake Mommy up, when you need to go to the bathroom."

"But I was sleeping, Mommy," Logan protested. Cristina threw her hands up in the air and shook her head. "Then, that is why we should still wear the pull-ups at night, if you can't get up to tell me that you need to go to the bathroom."

Owen could hear that Cristina was stripping the sheets off the bed. "I just need to get all of this into the laundry, this morning," she said.

"If you wish, I could take Logan down to breakfast," Owen said. Cristina reluctantly agreed. "Okay, you can take him. I already gave him a bath and changed his clothes. Logan, you go with Owen." Logan went across to Owen and slipped his tiny hand into Owen's large hand.

"Now, you two, be careful going down those stairs," Cristina said. "Please, I wouldn't be able to take it if you two roll down the stairs together." She knew that a blind man and a three-year-old boy were not an ideal combination when it came to going up and down stairs. Still, she trusted Owen enough to get her boy safely down the stairs.

"Don't worry, Cristina," Owen reassured her. "I have been traversing these stairs for months and not once, I have capsized or taken a tumble. I will take good care of him. I always hold on to the railing, quite tightly."

"Okay, thank you," Cristina said. "I will join you, once I get these sheets into the laundry." Owen and Logan headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He held on tightly to the railing with one hand and Logan's hand in the other.

When they reached the bottom of the steps, Owen whipped out his cane that he had in his pocket and started using it. "Why do you use that stick?" Logan asked.

"Because I can't see, I use the cane to feel what is in front of me, so I won't run into it and hurt myself," Owen said.

"I can take you to the kitchen," Logan said, confidently. He tugged at Owen's hand. "I will take you."

"Okay," Owen said. He followed the little boy's lead and they safely made it to the kitchen.

"Hello, Mr. Hunt and young Logan," Joyce said. "I have breakfast ready. Logan, I know you like cereal for breakfast. Do you want to try some eggs and ham with toast?"

"Yes," Logan said. He was feeling to experiment this morning.

"Where is your mommy?" Joyce asked. It was strange not to see Cristina with Logan. Logan stayed silent. He was a little ashamed about wetting the bed. Owen took pity on him and answered for him,"Logan had a teeny weeny accident last night. Cristina stripped the bed and is in the laundry room, by now, I guess."

"Aww," Joyce said. "We all have accidents, now and then. It's okay. Do you want me to feed you?" She had placed the plate in front of him.

"That's okay, Joyce. I am here," Cristina said. She sat down next to her son and started to feed him.

"Coffee, Cristina?" Joyce asked. "Yes, thank you," Cristina replied, gratefully. Joyce placed a hot cup of coffee in front of the young woman. "Joyce, can Logan stay with you in the kitchen while Owen and I work in the study?"

"Of course," Joyce said. "There will be no better company. Logan and I will have a great time. I will teach him how to make cookies."

"Oh, thank you," Cristina said. Both she and Owen still had to make progress in finishing the book before the end of summer. They had a tight deadline and it would not do if she was pre-occupied in taking care of Logan while they had to work.

After breakfast, Cristina and Owen disappeared into the study, while Logan and Joyce remained in the kitchen. Logan had a fine time with Joyce, as they made chocolate chip cookies. By lunchtime, Cristina and Owen emerged from the study and went to the kitchen. "I am not staying, Joyce," Cristina said. "I have to go into town and get some clothes, underwear and shoes for Logan. He doesn't have much clothes with him since he was only supposed to stay for the weekend. So I am leaving him here in your care." She kissed her son and told him to be a good boy and not give too much trouble. Logan had a smile that was like a ray of sunshine.

She headed out of the house and drove into town. Joyce settled herself next to Logan and fed him, while Owen quietly ate his lunch. When Logan was through, he climbed into Owen's lap and held the man's face in his very small hands. "Why can't you see?" Logan asked, solemnly. As far as he could tell, there was nothing wrong with Owen's face. He stared into Owen's expression-less blue eyes.

"I can't see because some glass went into my eyes. I had an accident," Owen said.

"Accident?" Logan said, very alarmed. He had an accident that very morning. Was he not going to be able to see again? Owen caught the tone in Logan's voice and answered quickly, "Not your kind of accident, Logan. I was in a car and I went over the cliff. I had lots of hurts," he said. He wanted to use words that Logan would understand.

"Hurts? Booboos?" Logan asked. "Yes," Owen said. "Very bad boo boos. I was in the hospital for a long time." Logan knew what a hospital was. His granny had been in the hospital, when she fell down and broke her hip. "Ohhh," Logan said, in an understanding voice.

When Cristina returned from her trip into town, she found Logan sitting in Owen's lap and they seemed engrossed in conversation. "Did you guys have a great time?" she asked, as she dumped her shopping bags next to her.

"Yes!" Logan shouted at the top of his voice. Owen grinned at the little boy's boisterousness.

"Logan, inside voice, please," she said, grateful for the lunch that Joyce had set in front of her. As she ate, Owen and Logan continued their conversation about the best games that the little boy liked to play. Cristina was glad that they were getting on so well. She had been a little unsure when Owen had suggested that Logan stay for the rest of her assignment but it seemed that her fears were unfounded. She found herself thinking how good they looked together. She shook her head. She had to stop thinking like that. She and Logan were going to leave in a couple of weeks and this time here in this beach house in Maine would be just a memory for the two of them. She probably would see Owen, when he would come to New York for meetings with Phyllis, she thought. But that was the full extent of what their future would be like, she reminded herself. Still, it was hard not to smile, when she saw them interacting so well with each other.

After lunch, Owen and Cristina continued to work with each other, while Logan took his afternoon nap. It was a blessing that little kids usually needed a nap during the day, she thought. Later that evening, they all had dinner together before taking a walk on the beach, while the sun set. It had been a good day, Owen thought. Everyone retired to their respective bedrooms, after their walk.

Later on, in the middle of the night, Cristina found herself alone in her bed. She had reached out for her tiny sleeping companion, only to find him missing. She wondered if he had gone to the bathroom by himself. "Logan," she called out but there was no answer from the bathroom. She turned on the lamp on the bedside table. She then noticed the bedroom door was open. Was he wandering around the house in the middle of the night? She got out of bed and looked down the corridor to notice that Owen's bedroom door was also open. "Oh no," she said to herself. "He must have gone in there." She stepped softly towards Owen's bedroom. From the light in the hallway, she could make out a small figure standing next to Owen's bed. Logan was staring at Owen in fascination.

"Logan," she whispered his name. "What are you doing in here?"

"He can't see me, Mommy, so it is okay," Logan said in a loud and clear voice. Good grief, Cristina thought.

"He can't see you, Logan but he can certainly hear you," she said. "Let's get out of here before he wakes up. Come on." Little did she know that Owen was already awake. He was just pretending to be asleep. In fact, he had been awake, ever since little Logan had opened the door to come inside. Owen's hearing had become so acute, since he had lost his sight. He wanted to laugh at Cristina and Logan's conversation, with her trying to get him out of there.

"Come on," she repeated. "Let's go back to bed." Logan turned and went to his mother. "He's still sleeping, Mommy."

"Good," Cristina said. "Let's go back to our room." She quietly closed Owen's door and mother and son returned to their bedroom.

In the darkness of his room, Owen could not help but chuckle. Logan was such a trip, he thought. The boy was such a joy. He was glad that he had allowed him to stay. In a way, Cristina and Logan were like his own little family. He wasn't aware of it until now but he yearned for a family. He had been a loner for so long, ever since his parents died. He hadn't really had a family since then. Having Cristina and Logan around made him want it even more.

But he and Cristina were not even a couple. Maybe it was time to change that. Maybe it was time to actively pursue her. There was something he had to do first. He remembered when the doctor had mentioned it to him, those months ago. Those were dark times for him. He had undergone numerous surgeries, which left him rather morose. Now that he had something or more correctly, someone to look forward to, maybe it was time to rethink it all. He knew what he was going to do.

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