Chapter 50 - I wonder...

I could imagine what my Mum would say if she had witnessed it; I could definitely tell what my Dad would say. Maybe I should tell Dad about Danielle – we’d have to run tests first, just to make sure that nothing freaky or suspicious (to the human eye) is going to happen.

Joe started making the cot, and I started painting the walls of the nursery room, while Jordan and Sammie looked after Danielle in the other room (well, I didn’t want Danielle’s precious little lungs inhaling nasty paint fumes, did I?)

I painted the walls a baby pink colour, seeing as she was a little girl, and then laid the flooring (a lilac colour that Dougie had bought just before I’d had my hissy-fit).

All of this took about three hours, due to the fact that I had to keep breaking off to see to Danielle, and then the fact that with being blonde, I couldn’t get the measurements right, so had to get Joe to tell me the measurements.

Danielle slept for about an hour, and then was just staring into space when she didn’t need her nappy changing, feeding or winding.

I wasn’t really sure how often babies need to sleep, but she was sleeping one in three hours so I think that must be about right. Also, she gets fed when she wants to be fed (though according to the jar – you aren’t supposed to give a new-born baby baby-food. You’re supposed to wait a month or two, or something like that. I’m not an expert), so all of this breaks me off from the job.

Joe had finished before I had (naturally) so he started fitting lampshades, plug-sockets, and when the floor was finally laid, the cot, a mobile, a changing table (with cupboard space underneath), and then to top it all off – different baby toys that she probably wouldn’t pay any attention to, or use, until she was at least a few months old – probably going on six or seven months).

We finished it completely in about five hours, and it was just typical that Danielle would choose the moment we were about to show it to her, to fall asleep, but she could always see it the next day, or when she wakes up– there was no rush.

We decided to keep hold of her through the night, just in case she turned over in her sleep and suffocated herself, and because she was so special. She was truly magical, and I suppose another reason would be that, though I don’t like to admit it, we are very over-protective parents.

In the morning, we changed her clothing and everything while she was still asleep, being careful not to jostle her, and then took her to Sally so that the tests could be run, and I could find out whether I was allowed to tell my Dad or not.

I really wanted to tell him, but as Sally told me, I didn’t get my hopes up.

“Do you want the good news first or the bad news first?” Sally asked, coming out of the secluded room and passed me Danielle.

“Better have the bad news first – get it over and done with.” Joe said.

“The bad news is that when Danielle stops growing, she’ll remain like that forever.” Sally said.

“I don’t understand how that’s bad news.” I was confused.

“You’ll have to move away for a generation.” Sally explained, but I could handle that.

“And the good news is?” Joe asked.

“The good news is that you’ll be able to tell your Dad – there won’t be any abnormal human behaviour. She’ll just have to pretend to sleep when she stops sleeping.” Sally beamed, and I started crying with happiness.

Well obviously, the first thing me and Joe did was kiss Danielle, and then each other.

The next, obvious, thing that I did was fish out my iPhone from my bag to ring my Dad.

“Hi Dad” I put on a weak-ish voice.

“Hi honey, what’s up?” He asked.

“I think you might want to sit down and not hold anything breakable.” I smiled.

“Okay – what’s wrong?” He sounded worried.

“Nothing’s wrong; actually things are perfect.” I replied.

“Then will you please get to the point?” He pleaded.

“Okay – you’re a Grandad!” I cried.

“I’m a WHAT?!” He yelled, more in shock than anything else.

“I have had a baby.” I said slowly, pronouncing each syllable.

“When?” He asked.

“Yesterday; can I come to your house to show you?” I asked.

“I’ll come to you – you can’t be travelling so soon after… Why didn’t you tell me when you found out?” He demanded.

“I suppose I forgot; sorry.” I apologized, because obviously he wasn’t allowed to know the truth.

“Well, I’ve got to go – I’ll need to set off as soon as possible.” He said, and then hung up.


“So?” Joe prompted me.

“He doesn’t believe me, so he’s setting off now to come to see Danielle and me. I gave him our new address about a month ago at graduation.” I said, and then cradled Danielle to my chest, inhaling her sweet baby-smell.

Life had all of a sudden gotten so perfect that I just wanted time to freeze, or at least never change... 

I would evidently need to create a fake birth-certificate for Danielle, because when she gets to seventy years old, people aren’t going to believe her when she looks about eighteen.

Hopefully, things would be normal for her – she wasn’t behaving vampire-like, so maybe she would be human until she’s fully adult in body and in mind.

So many new wonderful things… So much time to appreciate them in, though eighteen years hardly seemed like a long time…

She was so special to me; I didn’t ever want to let her go, and maybe I’d never have to...

Dad would be arriving in about an hour, and I needed to put on some casual, loose-fitting clothes, so that I wouldn’t make him think that I’m absolutely perfect straight away. That would probably freak him out, and I wouldn’t want to do that.

I put on some tracksuit bottoms and one of my old baggy T-shirts. I decided that I might as well go for the presentable but still casual look.

He arrived in an hour, just as I had predicted, and Joe had said that I should sit on one of the recliners in the living room, with Danielle in my arms; we didn’t want to overwhelm him when he came in, with my not being tired or anything.

Danielle was still quite pink since being born, and she was so tiny it was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe that I was so lucky – Rebecca had said that I would feel lucky when I was sitting with a tiny baby in my arms. Maybe she had seen the future, or maybe she just knew how I would feel afterwards. I wonder...

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