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"Bonita, this is Mark Lindstrom my son and his new daughter Tessee. Mark, this is Bonita my wife." There was the barest of audible sniffs from the immaculately groomed Mrs Henderson, as she looked at the shell shocked and 6 day's rumpled appearing Mark.
Quick thinking, Bonita Henderson pulled off one of the greatest fête's of her life. Smiling bravely, she said, "Hello, I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before."
"No, and I imagine I come as a surprise," Mark allowed as he turned his attention back to his daughter. Tessee performed the cutest, most adorable yawn any baby had ever yawned and both grown men were as putty in her hands. Tessee could have asked for the moon right about then, and it would have been a mad scramble to see if Daddy or Grandpa could get it first.
"I assume with the pink blanket that this is a girl, what is her name?" Bonita held a tight rein on herself. This was not how she expected this day to turn out, she had a full schedule of charity meetings in the afternoon and had wanted to secure a dollar amount from Wade as their contribution. It was annoying to have to work around this, but there was no way she was leaving and let this scene come to a conclusion without her.
"Her name is Tessee and she is six days old," Wade finally answered his exasperated wife. "Baby is well, Mama not so much. Clora has a weak heart and nearly gave her life for this little girl." Wade cooed at Tessee and got one eye open for his pains. "Oh look, she's watching be," he babbled like a crazy person.
Bonita was busy thinking 'oh brother, he's gone loony over a baby' but stopped herself in time from saying the words out loud. "Lindstrom, isn't that Borg's last name?" she inquired.
"Borg was Mark's foster father," Wade looked at his wife with calm but serious eyes, and she knew that look well. It meant that he was in charge of the situation and he wasn't yielding to any of her objections. In fact, it was clear he had no intention of not proceeding no matter if she protested or not.
Bonita Henderson knew very well which side of her bread the butter was on, she capitulated gracefully and nary a shot was fired. Wade favored her with a genuine warm smile and asked if she would care to hold the baby, "...if that's alright," he quickly amended, looking at Mark.
Mark nodded, having correctly interpreted the look between the two. "It's alright," he spoke gently, hoping to ease the look of pain around Bonita's eyes. "I am going up to see Clora in a few minutes, would you like to go along," he invited casually.
Wade quickly said "sure we would, she's certainly a brave woman. How long has she had heart trouble?"
"I didn't know the extent of it, but Clora says the whole family is plagued and she has had trouble since she was a child."
"So do Ben and the other brother, Wayne isn't it? Are they affected also? I thought Ben was a Sheriff, so isn't there a physical requirement he has to meet?" Wade was curious.
"I believe both men have had previous problems, and I assume Ben met the requirements for deputy." Mark finished his thought. "Are you ready to go, I have to let them know Princess Tessee is leaving for a walkabout."
Bonita smiled weakly at the mention of Princess Tessee, and then because the name was so old fashioned, she inquired as to why they had named their baby that particular one.
Mark laughed, "that's pure Clora, she had the name picked out before Tessee was hardly Tessee. We've had nine months to get used to calling her that." They walked to the elevator and Mark punched the up button.
Clora looked like she had been run over by a Mack truck, and then the truck reversed and ran over her again. She was so weak that all she could do was reach a hand for Tessee. Mark snuggled the pink blanketed baby in the crook of her Mother's arm and bent down to wipe a tear from Clora's cheek.
"Easy love," he whispered. The ventilator prevented Clora from speaking, but Mark understood her rush of emotion. "Honey this is Bonita Henderson, Wade's wife." Clora wagged her fingers at Bonita, closing her eyes against the effort the movement cost her.
Wade masked his shock at Clora's condition, and made up his mind to get ahold of her surgeon. There had to be something more that could be done.
"Bonita, this is Mark Lindstrom my son and his new daughter Tessee. Mark, this is Bonita my wife." There was the barest of audible sniffs from the immaculately groomed Mrs Henderson, as she looked at the shell shocked and 6 day's rumpled appearing Mark.
Quick thinking, Bonita Henderson pulled off one of the greatest fête's of her life. Smiling bravely, she said, "Hello, I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before."
"No, and I imagine I come as a surprise," Mark allowed as he turned his attention back to his daughter. Tessee performed the cutest, most adorable yawn any baby had ever yawned and both grown men were as putty in her hands. Tessee could have asked for the moon right about then, and it would have been a mad scramble to see if Daddy or Grandpa could get it first.
"I assume with the pink blanket that this is a girl, what is her name?" Bonita held a tight rein on herself. This was not how she expected this day to turn out, she had a full schedule of charity meetings in the afternoon and had wanted to secure a dollar amount from Wade as their contribution. It was annoying to have to work around this, but there was no way she was leaving and let this scene come to a conclusion without her.
"Her name is Tessee and she is six days old," Wade finally answered his exasperated wife. "Baby is well, Mama not so much. Clora has a weak heart and nearly gave her life for this little girl." Wade cooed at Tessee and got one eye open for his pains. "Oh look, she's watching be," he babbled like a crazy person.
Bonita was busy thinking 'oh brother, he's gone loony over a baby' but stopped herself in time from saying the words out loud. "Lindstrom, isn't that Borg's last name?" she inquired.
"Borg was Mark's foster father," Wade looked at his wife with calm but serious eyes, and she knew that look well. It meant that he was in charge of the situation and he wasn't yielding to any of her objections. In fact, it was clear he had no intention of not proceeding no matter if she protested or not.
Bonita Henderson knew very well which side of her bread the butter was on, she capitulated gracefully and nary a shot was fired. Wade favored her with a genuine warm smile and asked if she would care to hold the baby, "...if that's alright," he quickly amended, looking at Mark.
Mark nodded, having correctly interpreted the look between the two. "It's alright," he spoke gently, hoping to ease the look of pain around Bonita's eyes. "I am going up to see Clora in a few minutes, would you like to go along," he invited casually.
Wade quickly said "sure we would, she's certainly a brave woman. How long has she had heart trouble?"
"I didn't know the extent of it, but Clora says the whole family is plagued and she has had trouble since she was a child."
"So do Ben and the other brother, Wayne isn't it? Are they affected also? I thought Ben was a Sheriff, so isn't there a physical requirement he has to meet?" Wade was curious.
"I believe both men have had previous problems, and I assume Ben met the requirements for deputy." Mark finished his thought. "Are you ready to go, I have to let them know Princess Tessee is leaving for a walkabout."
Bonita smiled weakly at the mention of Princess Tessee, and then because the name was so old fashioned, she inquired as to why they had named their baby that particular one.
Mark laughed, "that's pure Clora, she had the name picked out before Tessee was hardly Tessee. We've had nine months to get used to calling her that." They walked to the elevator and Mark punched the up button.
Clora looked like she had been run over by a Mack truck, and then the truck reversed and ran over her again. She was so weak that all she could do was reach a hand for Tessee. Mark snuggled the pink blanketed baby in the crook of her Mother's arm and bent down to wipe a tear from Clora's cheek.
"Easy love," he whispered. The ventilator prevented Clora from speaking, but Mark understood her rush of emotion. "Honey this is Bonita Henderson, Wade's wife." Clora wagged her fingers at Bonita, closing her eyes against the effort the movement cost her.
Wade masked his shock at Clora's condition, and made up his mind to get ahold of her surgeon. There had to be something more that could be done.