Finally

Part 27: For It All

I had tried everything.

Email.

Texting.

Snapchat.

Calling.

Zooming.

FaceTime.

All modes of telecommunication failed.

At first, I and everyone else just assumed he and Cassian were busy. Bloom said that someone killed the other. Iggy suggested just letting it be until the day they were to arrive home—his thinking being that maybe the service is bad down there.

So I let it rest for four weeks and when the fifteenth of December rolled around and I called again.

Texted again.

And everything else once more to both men— nothing gave me hope.

Adrian joked and said they fled the country because the thought of being a father was too much for Cassian and Max was probably tired of working.

It didn't help me feel any better.

On top of it all the baby had been dropping lower and lower- descending  head first, ready to be born. The thought of an early labor without Max and without Cassian made my body ache even more.

I was quick to spread the word of their disappearance to my friends down in Haiti— and when they stated that the men never showed up—I knew something was tragically wrong.

With friends in every port- I requested their help.

I begged them to tell all their friends and to spread photos of the men everywhere to hopefully find them.

Adrian said I was crazy.

Bloom and Iggy, as well as Reynolds- disagreed.

They knew Max better.

They knew he would never skip out on helping anyone- even if he didn't necessarily want too.

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Sitting in my office, nowhere near relaxing and or working- I feel as though for the last five weeks I have been running around with no head.

"Mine?"

"What's wrong, Munchkin?"

That poor little girl. That poor little girl has gone this long without her father. She has become depressed.

More depressed than before.

I had taken it upon myself to stop taking her to Daycare.

If I was to have her- then I was going to have her fully.

She came with me everywhere and was over joyed.

She loves seeing patients and being close by.

But she still misses her father.

Gwen and I have been meeting up for tea and some meals- so she can have time with her granddaughter. She helped me pack my things and assisted in telling the moving men which boxes went where in the new home.

I thought it odd at first.

To have Georgia's mother in my home- helping me and treating me kindly.

With her distaste in Max- I would have just assumed she detested me even more- because I am the 'replacement'.

But I feel since having lost her daughter and now husband- she is simply lonely and longing for something to do.