Lies, Sacrifices, and Alibis

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Chapter 43

Twelve hours later…

Logan Michael Tanner was born; eight pounds, six ounces and twenty-one inches long with light brown hair, cobalt blue eyes, and a good pair of lungs. My baby, my little miracle was finally born.

“He’s got your eyes,” Maureen said to Mike as she held him in her arms. “He’s such a big baby too.”

“Tell me about it,” I moaned, sitting up, fluffing my pillows. “Honey, could ya hand me my water, please?”

Mike brought me over my water, kissing my hand. Now that I wasn’t in pain, I wasn’t as cranky. “Logan’s adorable. He has my facial features and your hair.”

“After all the pain an’ sufferin’, he better have more than just my hair.”

“He has your toes too.”

“Logan? I thought you were going to name him after you?” Maureen looked at Mike. “What happened to that?”

“He has my first name as his middle name.”

“The first son deserves his father’s name.”

“Mother, I don’t care if we call him Tom, Dick, or Harry. I think Logan fits.”

“Logan…” Maureen said the name as if she was trying it on for size, as if she was sampling the name on her taste buds. “I think I can handle that. You know who else he looks like? He kinda has–”

“He looks like me with her hair,” he said, eying his mother, laughing softly.

My mother and father rushed in, looking around the room. “Are we too late?”

Tania laughed. “It wasn’t an audience participation event, Mom.”

Seeing Maureen had the baby, she rushed over, holding her hands out. “Aw, there he is. May I?”

Maureen smiled softly. For a split second, I wished she could smile at me like that. The only look I got from her was disappointment. “Of course, dear. Say hello to your grandson.”

My mother took him in her arms, smiling down at him. “Well, hello there, Logan. Welcome to the family.”

“The ride to the hospital was an interestin’ one. We got a police escort,” I told them.

All the lies and deceit was worth it, looking at my mother’s face as she held her grandson. In fact, everyone in the room was happy to see that little baby boy. This was a good thing.

“Aw, isn’t that nice! Ya hear about that, but ya don’t see it often. How did ya manage to swing that?”

My dad nodded as he looked down at Logan with a smile, touching his head gently. “I guess it’s a rich thing.”

Mike shook his head. “Naw, it’s more of a golf thing. I let him win so he got bragging rights. The cost for my humility was a police escort no matter what time she went into labor.”

“Wow, who knew ya could be so sweet,” Tania teased.

“He was sweet on the way over,” I told them. I felt a little guilty about yelling at him.

“I had to be because you sure the hell weren’t sweet,” Mike said.

“What do you mean?” Maureen asked.

“It was like she was two people; the exorcist and Mother Teresa.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, son.”

“Oh no, it was worse. One minute, her head was spinning around and she was spitting pea soup at me, and the next, she had a halo and a bible in her hand. It was very confusing. I didn’t know if I was witness to an exorcism or watching a saint.”

I laughed. “I did not! It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh, it wasn’t? That was some other woman in labor that woke me up by pissing the bed?”

“Ya peed in your bed?” Tania laughed.

“No, my water broke an’ it was all on his side.” I chuckled.

“How did ya manage to get his side wet when ya…” My dad waved a hand dismissively. “Never mind, I don’t wanna know.”

My mother laughed. “Men never understand women givin’ birth. Well, I’m gonna go get a cup of coffee to celebrate my grandson an’ smoke a cigarette. Who’s with me?” She handed Logan back to me, kissing my head. “You did a wonderful job, my darlin’. He is so precious.”

Mike leaned down, kissing my forehead. “I am. I think I deserve a smoke after all that. I love you.”

I smiled. “I love you too.”

He leaned down, kissing Logan’s forehead. “I still think you deserve to be called Matt, but your mother is convinced that Logan is what you should be called. Either way, I love you, son.”

Everyone decided to go and get something to eat, smoke, or get coffee. Everyone that is except for Tania. She stayed behind. I could hear Mike passing out expensive “It’s a Boy” cigars to every man he passed in the hall.

Tania stood, closing the door. Turning to look at me, she rushed over holding her arms out. “Let me hold him now that the baby hoggers are gone.”

I smiled, looking down at the baby. “Logan, meet your aunt Tania. She’s a bit crazy so don’t listen to her schemes.” I handed him up to her, holding his butt and his head. “Just watch his head.”

She held onto him, cradling him in her arms, sitting back down. “Well, hello there, little man. If only you knew what your mommy had to do to get you here. All the plannin’ involved for ya to be born.”

“…an’ he’s not gonna find out either.”

“So, mommy, how does it feel to have your little baby? Do ya think it was all worth it now?”

“Yes an’ no. There was a lotta pain an’ all I kept thinkin’ was, this is what I plotted, planned, an’ schemed to make happen? To be put through so much pain that I felt as if my insides were gonna spill out on the floor?” I shook my head, smiling down at Logan. “…but then I looked down into Corey’s eyes an’ knew it was all worth it.”

“Are ya still thinkin’ of him? Good Lord, the man must have a golden dick! I thought things were better with you an’ Mike?”

“They are. We’re a lot happier an’ things are great, but I just gave birth to Corey’s son. Ya didn’t think I’d think about that? Livin’ with guilt gets easier over time, but it’s always there to rear its ugly head at the most inopportune moment. You know such as the birth of his son.”

She smiled, looking down at Logan. He sucked on his pacifier, clutching her finger with his hand. “Yeah, but look at the treasure ya got for that guilt. If God didn’t think this was a good thing, he never would’ve allowed ya to get pregnant to start.”

“That’s true. God works in mysterious ways. Maybe he feels I suffered enough for my sins to get my son?”

“God always forgives. Ya just have to have a little faith an’ believe… so, was it as painful as everyone says?”

“I once watched Bill Cosby: Himself. Hilarious! He said that Carol Burnett explained givin’ birth for a woman. She said it’s the same as yankin’ a man’s bottom lip over his head. Bill said that’s not possible. I say that doesn’t even begin to touch the pain involved.” I chuckled. “…but it was all worth it for him. Do ya think he looks like his father?”

“Oh yeah, but he resembles Mike a lot too, which is a good thing.”

“I really felt bad when Mike cut the cord. One man doesn’t realize he has a gorgeous son an’ another one thinks that he’s his. I’m a horrible person.”

“No, you’re not. Corey not knowin’ isn’t the end of the world. However, look in Mike’s eyes. You’ve made that man so happy. It’s like he’s floatin’ on cloud nine. How can that be a bad thing?”

“I guess you’re right, but I still feel bad.”

“Get over it. Ya have a son. Ya have a gorgeous baby that looks like Mike an’ no one will ever know the truth. Now, ya can have everythin’ you’ve ever wanted.”

“Not everythin’.”


I sighed. “Yeah, but I still can’t stop thinkin’ it’s aaall gonna come crashin’ down around me. With every action, there’s a reaction of consequences.”

“Stop worryin’. What are the chances of Corey ever comin’ to Maryland an’ running into ya? Slim to none, that’s what the chances are.”

The door opened as everyone returned bearing gifts for the baby and flowers for me. Usually, I don’t like flowers, but this vase they were in was a pair of porcelain baby booties. It was the cutest!

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