Scaring The Crows

Chapter Fifteen

Watching Jonathan 'cook' was funnier than I could have ever imagined. I figured that he must have lived off of noodles and ready meals in university because he watched the pancakes so intently, so he wouldn't burn them, that it looked as though he was trying to talk to them with his mind. He gently flipped them as the side turned a beautiful golden yellow in colour. Ok, he was good with pancakes.

"Here you go honey" he smiled, handing me the stack of American style pancakes, with syrup drizzled over the top and a small pile of butter on the top pancake. Chopped up strawberries accompanied the plate of food; it was though he felt as though he had to mother me because I was pregnant or something.

"Thanks. I could've made them myself. I'm not bed bound just yet" I smiled. He looked down kind of sad, and I placed my hand over his. "I appreciate it though, thank you"

"I was thinking…I have to go to the courts again today, maybe you could come with me if you want" he asked, his voice trembling softly.

"Jonathan I can't. I don't want to witness anything like that again. After all, it was how you met me" I sighed. "I have to go and get some baby supplies, Bane said I could go shopping. He doesn't think you'll be a good father; he thinks you're too crazy. Sometimes I believe him but sometimes I don't. Go to work, I'll be fine" I sighed.

Without a goodbye, he walked out. I sighed and washed up my empty plate before grabbing some money and my coat. A letter was left by the money. 'Hope that you can support the child well, this money should help. Be safe -Edward'

I figured he'd bribed the money from someone or won them from messed up bets. Or the money he'd saved from Jonathan. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a piece of toast an sat on the kitchen table, nodding to letter in my hands. "So, how did you get all this money?" I asked, counting it.

He shrugged. "I've won so many bets over the years and I get so much that money doesn't apply to me anymore" he smiled, eating the toast. "You need it more than I do. I haven't seen you in over three years and you're meant to be my friend. Come on, I'll take you shopping"

"Are you sure? They'll probably just arrest you and bring you back here again before I can get anything" I sighed, looking at the ex-criminal who wanted to take me shopping today.

He nodded and grabbed a long, green parka coat and pulled it on, still showing his skinny frame. "I like this coat, ok. I bought it with some of the money I stole from my first heist" he smiled proudly. "Oh the good old days"

"I think it's a boy, I have this hint that it is. Maybe it's just a guess but I think it is" I smiled, looking through some different types of babygrows. I found numerous ones that I liked and smiled softly to myself, watching as Edward looked through some.

"I think you should get a green one" he grinned. "Well, green is a good colour and it could apply to both girls or boys!"

"Fine" I grumbled, putting two green babygrows into the basket along with some other clothes and essentials (blankets, bottles, dummies, teddies etc). "Hey Edward. Is it true, what I heard about you having a daughter?"

He froze. "I…erm…" he shook, trying to distract himself but it didn't work. He nodded. "I had a daughter called Enigma, after me. She got a little too big for her boots and well…she wasn't needed anymore. So I got rid of her" he sighed. "I regret it now. I always thought I could be a good dad"

"Mm. How do you think Jonathan will cope with all of this? It isn't even his child" I sighed, looking through some more clothes. Luckily nobody seemed to recognise Edward.

"Honestly?" He asked.

I nodded. "I really need an honest opinion"

"I don't think he'll cope at all. Jonathan is a very clever man, Kristie, he'll use it to your disadvantage. I mean, even if he did love you, which is too good to sound true, he would still use you to gain leverage over the inmates and test toxins on you" he sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I think he's not ready for being a father, not just yet"

"He said he'd help me look after it though" I sighed, joining the long queue. Edward stood next to me, unsure as to whether to hold my hand or not, so he settled with keeping both hands in his coat pockets.

"He could have easily been lying, Kristie. The thing with Jonathan is he will manipulate people in many different ways until he can get more power. That's how he got his job as head psychiatrist. I should know, I remember him when he was just an intern" he sighed, running a hand through his hair before placing it in his pocket again.

"Jonathan isn't manipulating me! He brings me breakfast and everything. You're just jealous, Nigma" I protested, looking at him.

"Dr Jonathan Crane? Not manipulative? Well I've never heard that before. You do realise, because the baby isn't his, he'll probably feel dejected from it. Like it isn't his responsibility. But, I guess I should be a supportive friend. I'm always there if you need my help though. Please remember that Kristie" He sighed. I nodded and paid for the clothes and other baby things, before walking out of the shop with him. People gave us weird looks; One woman congratulated us. Edward is a good friend, but I still believe in Jonathan.