When it was an appropriate time of day, and after feeding and holding Elizabeth—Lizzy—I called Kaleb to ask about the clothes. He wasn’t surprised by the outcome, but now joked that I needed to marry my girl. I brushed him off, not wanting to think about that stepyet.
I then made a call to Jenks, my lawyer and go-to guy when I needed real documents I couldn’t get through legal ways. I got the birth certificate filled out, along with a social security number, and he assured me they’d both be in the mail within weeks. Having ties to the mafia did have itsperks.
The last phone call was to my parents, who were both pleasantly surprised and promised to have the over as soon as they got them cleaned up. My mom was happy to be agrandmother.
I held Elizabeth as Dawn went to go take a shower, and I couldn’t help but compare how alike they looked. Green eyes, dark hair, and a heart shaped faces. It would be well worth the trouble to make sure this house was baby safe, and everyIwas dotted for the adoption process to be pushed through as quickly aspossible.
Emily and Kaleb showed up just as Dawn came down, bringing a brush with her. She silently asked me to do her hair, and I obliged, knowing we both enjoyedit.
“Braid?” I asked as she took a seat on the floor in front ofme.
“Sure,” she shrugged. “I don’t know anything other than a ponytail andbraids.”
“Yeah, that’s about as much as I know too,” I softly replied as I began working on her hair. I would need to see about gettingher to someonefor a trim to even the ends out soon—if she would agree, ofcourse.
Five minutes later, Dawn’s soft hair was in a French braid and I went to help Kaleb bring in the boxes and bags of clothes. I knew they had overbought, just because they could. The girls were busy going through one box in the living room, as us guys trekked the others upstairs forlater.
“She seems to be in better spirits today,” Kaleb commented as we sat the last of the boxes in the closet so they wouldn’t be in the way later. I had chosen the room Dawn would have had as the baby’s, and I had Kaleb help me move the bed out and into one of the sparerooms.
“Yes, she is,” I agreed, closing the closet door. “Whatever you said to her helped alot.”
“I knew it would,” Kaleb said, as we headed back downstairs to ourgirls.
