章節 7: Chapter 7: Panic Demi, Panic
Chapter 7: Panic Demi, Panic
Char stood up and tried to hand him over to Demi. She politely declined but Charity wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Just hold him for a minute while I make his bottle"
She placed Noah in Demi's wobbly hands and adjusted his head accordingly.
Demi looked down at the miniature blue eyes and he made some baby sound before he produced spit that ran down her arm. She quickly wiped the spittle on the shirt the baby was wearing. It wasn't like she was going to wipe his spittle on her expensive dress. Then she really watched the baby. He looked so small and helpless.
"We can't call the cops" She said softly to Charity.
"And why not?" Charity turned on the gas to boil some water to make Noah's bottle.
"The Cops will come alright but they won't make an effort to find his mother and even if they did find his mother, she would be arrested for the endangering a minor and possibly abandonment, either way it won't help this kid if his mother is behind bars" she said to her friend.
"I don't think that is your only reason, Ally. I think you don't want to call the cops because he might end up in the foster system just like you did when you were ten"
Demi bite her lip to prevent herself from lashing out at her friend. Charity knew she didn't like to talk about that part of her life but her silence confirmed Charity's suspicion. Demi looked away from both Charity and the baby to try to get a hold of her emotions.
"What are you going to do with him?" Charity asked as she poured drops of milk on her hand before handing the bottle to her. She gently pushed the bottle into Noah's mouth half expecting him to decline but he didn't.
"I think I will go ahead and call the cops" She said softly
"I don't think you will do that Aaliyah"
"Why not"
"Because as much as you hate babies, you hate the system more and you wouldn't willingly send an infant into the foster system. You care more than you are willing to show Demi Aaliyah Macks"
Once again Demi looked away, Charity was right but it didn't exactly help her predicament.
"Have you looked through the duffel bag, maybe Noah's mother left a clue or something" Charity suggested
It made perfect sense and she should have thought of it. Charity brought the duffel bag closer to them and emptied it on the floor. Among the contents of the bag, was a lock of hair in a plastic bag, two pictures and a bundle of letters tied together with a ribbon.
One of the pictures was a young girl maybe seventeen or eighteen years of age holding Noah and the other picture was older, maybe decades older and it was a man pushing a girl on a playground swings.
Charity picked up the letters and gave them to Demi. She took Noah from her and continued feeding him. The first letter that Demi opened caught her attention as she read some of the lines.
Dear Aaliyah,
There is no card that says I am your half sister you've never met and I need you to take care of my baby while I go to rehab believe me I checked...…..
Half sister!
Demi crinkled the letter in her hand. She wasn't the type of person that like wearing her emotions and so, she turned away but not fast enough to hide her teary eyes from Charity. She sniffled and used her finger to remove the single tear drop that managed to escape her eyes.
"Oh Ally, if your mother never had another child after you, I mean that only leaves…" Charity couldn't even finish the sentence.
"My father…she is the daughter of the man that abandoned me when I was eight and never came back" Demi said.
Her eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together while the inner corner of her eyebrow angled up. To hold back the sob that threatened to erupt within her, she drew her mouth downward and her lips tightly pouted.
Noah was already done with his bottle and was almost dosing off. Char kept rocking him in a soothing manner on his back.
"What are you going to do, Aaliyah?" Charity asked her
"That we might share the same gene doesn't make her my family. I am not under any obligation to help her or her son" Demi stated in a matter of fact tone and started pacing.
"Of course you don't owe her anything but…sweetie, there is a baby in the equation…like I am literally holding a baby and you need to come up with a plan?"
"Okay, a plan of course. I have to find out if we are out all related" Demi said with a serious face.
"She was kind enough to give me a lock of her hair, I guess I am going to get a DNA test tomorrow" She said again in a matter of fact tone again.
"I may have a lab you can send it to and have the DNA results back within 48hrs" Charity offered to help.
"Thank you Char and first thing in the morning, I am also calling Zoe Steeps, half nephew or not, I am giving Noah back to the sender"
Zoe Steeps was a private investigator Charity's law firm normally use for criminal investigation. If there was something a client did in their locked room in third grade, Zoe will find evidence about it. She was just that good. And Demi knew if she had any chance of finding Noah's mother, Zoe Steeps was her best bet.
"I have to go, Ally. I am sure Tyler has his hands full with Eveleigh. I am sorry, Demi" Charity apologized and headed for her bedroom.
"Wait what?" Demi started to panic
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