They left her with a babysitter all day. Okay, so she was Mr. Hansenâs mother, but still. They wanted a baby so much, thatâs what theyâd said on their profile, but then they didnât even spend any time with her. And there werenât any other little babies around there for her to play with when she got bigger, just a big empty lot on one side of that place and a house that had been abandoned, half built, on the other.
That half-finished house turned out to be good for me because I could watchmy baby from there but no one could see me. It wasnât really like I was trying to hide. I just hadnât figured out what I was going to do and I didnât want people bugging me.
At first the only thing Iâd wanted to do was see my baby, you know, make sure she was okay. Iâd only gotten to see her once after she was born because my dad said it would be easier that way. When we got home from the hospital heâd said, âItâs done now. Put it out of your head.â It was like he didnât realize I had just given up my own flesh and blood. I didnât even say anything. I just walked away and went to my room and shut the door. My insides hurt, ached, and I thought that was just from having her, from pushing and all, but that feeling never went away. I couldnât just âput it out of my head.â Finally I knew I had to see for myself that my baby was all right.
My dad had put all the adoption papers in that metal box he kept in the back of his closet. And I knew where he hid thekeyâin his sock drawer. Once I knew the Hansensâ full names it was easy to go online at the library and find their address. So the next morning I cut school and hitched out there. I took a clipboard. I was going to go to the door and pretend I was doing a survey, but then when I saw the empty house next door, with no one working in it, I figured why not just watch for a while.
My mom liked to go bird-watching. She had a great big book all about birds, and she used to let me look at the pictures. After she died, Dad put all her stuff in boxes in the basement. I had to go through five boxes to find her binoculars. I figured she wouldnât mind me using them to check on her granddaughter.
And thatâs all I was going to doâjust watch my baby. But the more I watched, the more I could see she needed me. In the end I knew I had to do something because a baby needs to be with her mother. And it was easy, which just proves they werenât good parents, because instead of me itcould have been some weirdo who walked away with her.
Every time Mr. Hansenâs mother came back from somewhere, sheâd put the baby in her car seat on the deck while she carried stuff inâgroceries and dry-cleaning and stuff. What kind of a grandmother was she, leaving the baby out there like that? My mom would never have done that with her granddaughter.
All I had to do was wait by the corner of the house. I did lie to Justin. I told him I just wanted to look in a window and see her. It was easier than getting into a long explanation beforehand. I knew once heâd spent some time with his daughter heâd see that the three of us were meant to be a family.
Chapter Two
I glanced at Justin. He must have felt me looking at him. âI thought this was all decided,â he said. He didnât take his eyes off the road.
âI never decided anything,â I said. âMy father did. He said, âJust because you were stupid enough to get yourself pregnant doesnât mean youâre going to ruin the rest of your life.â Heâs the one who called the social worker. Heâs the one who went through all the files on thepeople she picked out. He decided on the Hansens. Not me.â
Justin shrugged. âI thought they seemed nice.â
âYeah, well theyâre not Briannaâs real parents. She should be with her real mother. Me.â
âBrianna? I thought her
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