It was a bone chilling, miserable night in the town of Southdale. Trees blew about in the breeze and the echo of raindrops bounced off the road. Just beyond the town limits came the roar of a car approaching town with great speed. Inside the car sat a middle aged man, his wife, and a new born baby boy.
The woman looked over at her husband and very quietly asked, “Curt, are you sure this is the right thing to do? What is going to become of him, and what are we going to do about Trish? This is all too much for me to take in right now!”
The man looked at his wife with a sense of concern and shame. “Mary, I know this is a lot to take in but you have to trust me. I never wanted things to be like this. I’ve made all the arrangements for the baby and we will be watching him always. A family has already been chosen through a contact of mine. If Morticide finds out he is still alive it could mean catastrophe, not only for us but the world.
“As for Trish, the lab is doing everything they can to keep her alive. I will never forgive myself if we lose her. I have to focus on the task at hand and make sure the boy is safe.”
Sunlight began to peek through the clouds as the car came to a stop outside of a family services building. Curt and Mary exited the car with the baby, approaching a man waiting for them outside.
Curt handed the baby over to the man and sighed. “Harry, I trust you when you say that you have found the perfect family for this child. I can only hope that he is safe until the time comes that we meet again.”
Harry gave Curt his word that everything would be fine and informed him the adoptive family would be arriving shortly. Curt and Mary said their goodbyes and left as Harry walked back into the building with the baby.
A few short hours had passed when Harry received a page from his secretary that William and Catherine Macleod were waiting outside of his office to see him. The soon to be parents were pacing anxiously in the lobby when he arrived to introduce himself. “Mr. and Mrs. Macleod, my name is Harry Buckman. We spoke on the phone earlier. It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”
William and Catherine shook Harry’s hand with joy. They gushed to Harry how thankful they were that their family was about to gain a member. “Well, let’s not waste anymore time,” said Harry. “Let’s head up to my office where we can fill out the necessary paperwork and I can introduce you to your son.”
The couple proceeded to Harry’s office with great anticipation and tears of joy in their eyes. As Harry finished the last of the paperwork, it was apparent they were becoming more and more anxious to meet their son.
“Before I conclude our business here and get you and your family on your way, there is one important thing we must discuss,” Harry explained. “Usually when we place a child in a home, we receive some limited information regarding the birth parents. Interests, family histories, like allergies, illnesses and the like. In this case, the birth families on both sides have chosen not to disclose this information with us, so we are unfortunately unable to provide you with any information about his natural family at this time.”
“That is definitely too bad,” Catherine said, clearly disheartened. “However, I can assure you that with or without that information we will always be open with our son about his adoption and love him all the same.”
Harry looked over the paperwork filled out by the boy’s new parents. Satisfied, he spoke. “Everything seems to be in order, but there is one last thing we need to fill out for your son before you may leave. Have you decided on a name for him?”
“Yes, we have.” said Catherine “There was always one name we had in mind if we were to be blessed with a boy. Vincent David Macleod, after Bill’s father.”
Harry buzzed his secretary, asking her to bring in William and Catherine’s son. A moment later she entered the room carrying the swaddled child and handed him to Catherine. Tears of joy streamed down their faces, ecstatic that their prayers of having a family were finally answered. “He’s going to grow up to be such a strong, handsome boy, Bill. I could get lost every time I look at those blue eyes,” Catherine admitted as she held her son for the first time.
Overcome with emotion, William reached forward and gave his son his finger. Vincent gripped it with anticipation and began to squeeze. Suddenly, William felt his finger being crushed by the boys grasp. He pulled his hand back in amazement as their son let out a playful laugh. “Saying he’ll to grow up to be strong is a bit of an understatement. He’s got one hell of a grip!”
The couple thanked Harry for their help and placed their son in a carrier. They left the child services building excited to know that their lives were about to undergo a great change. Little did they know just how great a change that would be. Vincent would grow to be strong, but that was not all.
This was only the beginning.