08-11-2013, 06:06 PM
By the end of that afternoon, Samantha has diapers. Her mom asked, of course, how old/big the baby is; that's how you know what size diapers and clothing to buy. By the end of the afternoon she has formula and bottles and extra nipples and blankets and <i>furniture</i> and she doesn't look pregnant and she doesn't look like she just gave birth and so she must be buying up half or all of a friend's baby registry or something but by the end of the day, when the sun is setting and little babies everywhere are going to sleep, she's giving Hosea a call.
He says he'll be there in the morning. And so he is.
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In the morning, Hosea arrives not just with an infant and a few things said infant has already: a blanket, for example, that already smells like him and Hosea and some semblance of continuity. Hosea also brings paperwork, some of which Sam needs to sign and date, a lot of which is forged in one fashion or another. They are doing illegal things that several hundred years ago would not have been an issue among their kind. Jake has been in Sam's arms before and to tell the truth, he actually is a somewhat easy-going baby who will suck contentedly on his own fingers for long periods, which Hosea tells her.
He also can cry very, very, very loudly when he gets worked up, which Sam already knows from the first time she met him.
They talk a bit, but not for long; Hosea has other kids, actually. Not his own, of course, but 'kids' to take care of -- cubs and kin-children who need wrangling and guidance, especially now. He tells Sam to call him if she ever needs help, but the truth is, they both know she probably won't. She has other people to help, people who won't look at that baby every time they see him and remember what happened on the 43rd floor, or running through a burning building trying to get everyone out alive, not knowing if it had something to do with that baby or if that baby was just an unfortunate piece of a much older puzzle.
The door closes behind him when he goes.
Samantha is left with Jake.
Her son.
He says he'll be there in the morning. And so he is.
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In the morning, Hosea arrives not just with an infant and a few things said infant has already: a blanket, for example, that already smells like him and Hosea and some semblance of continuity. Hosea also brings paperwork, some of which Sam needs to sign and date, a lot of which is forged in one fashion or another. They are doing illegal things that several hundred years ago would not have been an issue among their kind. Jake has been in Sam's arms before and to tell the truth, he actually is a somewhat easy-going baby who will suck contentedly on his own fingers for long periods, which Hosea tells her.
He also can cry very, very, very loudly when he gets worked up, which Sam already knows from the first time she met him.
They talk a bit, but not for long; Hosea has other kids, actually. Not his own, of course, but 'kids' to take care of -- cubs and kin-children who need wrangling and guidance, especially now. He tells Sam to call him if she ever needs help, but the truth is, they both know she probably won't. She has other people to help, people who won't look at that baby every time they see him and remember what happened on the 43rd floor, or running through a burning building trying to get everyone out alive, not knowing if it had something to do with that baby or if that baby was just an unfortunate piece of a much older puzzle.
The door closes behind him when he goes.
Samantha is left with Jake.
Her son.
my whole life is thunder.