The Bad Son

“The mother left a note?”

“Yes, and I have a copy of it. The baby makes a wheezing sound when she breathes and the doctor has run tests to determine the cause. The results aren’t in yet, but this child may need special attention. In foster care, you know that’s not going to happen. Macy Randall is her aunt and a neonatal nurse who will love and give the baby all the care she needs. I’m sorry to bother you on a Saturday, judge, but a child’s welfare is at stake.”

“I’ll be in my office in an hour. You better have the paperwork in order. I’ll go over it and if it reads to my satisfaction, I’ll sign it.”

“Thanks, judge. I’ll see you in an hour.”

In less than an hour, Beau walked into the judge’s office. The motion was granted in less than ten minutes. He then hurried to the hospital.

Macy was in the nursery, sitting by the incubator watching Zoë. He didn’t bother her. He walked on to the supervisor’s office, where he’d agreed to meet Joanne. He handed her a copy of the signed papers.

She glanced through it. “You are a miracle worker.”

“I’ll need a copy for our records,” Harriet said, handing the papers to a nurse. “I’m so glad Macy will have custody of this baby. She’ll be well taken care of and that is everyone’s main concern.”

Joanne picked up her briefcase. “I’m glad I don’t have to find a home for her. Foster homes for babies who require special attention are scarce.”

Beau headed back to the nursery with a copy of the papers in his hand. Macy was coming out and her eyes grew big when she saw him.

“What happened?”

“It’s done. You have legal guardianship.” He gave her the papers.

“Oh, my.” Her hands trembled against her mouth. “Thank you.” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.

He breathed in her scent and felt the softness of her skin, her body. For a moment he allowed himself to enjoy the sensation. Then he removed her arms and looked into her eyes. “Don’t thank me. I would have done it for anyone.” With that, he walked toward the elevator.