Always Ace

New Sights

Rory's perspective

I look at our home and smile at fond memories. As my husband parks in the driveway, I unbuckle my seatbelt. For the past few days, the only way to get Lori to fall asleep is driving around Hartford. Everyone is exhausted from hours on the road. We exit from the Porsche and enter our home. 

Now, it's about six in the morning. She's prepared to rise and shine. I am not. Yet, I gather my daughter with her pacifier and carry her to the kitchen. I warm up a priorly made bottle as she fusses. I sway as I check the milk's temperature against my skin. I put it in the baby's mouth and she drinks while grasping my index finger. Logan enters, reaching for the baby in my arms. I guide her and the pink bottle his way. "Daddy's turn."

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Logan's phone rings at ten o'clock that morning as Lori sleeps soundly next to us. Thankfully it doesn't wake her. His voice stays low. "Hello? This is he. Yes, I remember.  My father and I aren't on good terms at all. Yes, yes, I will do my best. Of course. Thank you. You as well. Goodbye." He smiles at me. "Do you remember the office I used to work at Yale?" I nod to confirm. "They heard about me moving back to be a father, almost everything, and offered me a job as an alumni supervisor. I took it."

I smile then gently get up to hug my husband. "We're going to be okay," I whisper. There's a knock at our door. "That must be your sister."

Logan gradually walks towards the knocking. Then he opens the door. Only, It's not Honor at the door. "Hello, Logan. Rory, it's really good to see you." I block his view of Lor. I'm not letting him anywhere near my child.

"Leave, Christopher. Right. Now." My voice is assertive. Although my hands are quivering. "You were in and out of my life as it suited you! My daughter will not know what that feels like."