Chapter Eleven: Heaven needs a miracle.

Chapter Eleven: Heaven needs a miracle.

Spending two days in a fairly moderate motel in Brownsville could make anyone cranky but in my case, it wasn't the whole truth. Noah cried every chance he got; he would throw a fit and cry for hours. My rocking, my singing and my comfort words seemed not to make any difference at all.

Wendy helped over the phone but there was only so much she could achieve over the phone. We were down to a few diapers and some clean clothes, sooner than later I would have to go to a supermarket for stuff.

Few minutes ago, the funeral home called about Sarah. The gruff voice over the phone told me that we could pick up her ashes in an hour or two and then he asked about the urn. I didn't know I was supposed to pick an urn for my sister's ashes.

It was unnatural and cruel to be the one to pick an urn for a sister I never met. It was even crueler that I would be alone when I pick it up, just me and the little boy that just lost his mother.

I picked up Noah from the cot and hugged him. He stopped crying for a second to look at me.

"You must think I am a horrible care giver, Noah" I asked the child.

Noah seemed more interest in my red hair than answering my question. His face was tear-stained and he was drooling over me but I didn't seem to mind at all.

"Your Mama loved you, Noah. She loved you more than some mamas out there including mine." I explained to the child.

I must be losing it, if I was making conversation with a six months old baby. I smiled sadly at Noah and wiped his face with the baby wipes on the table.

I placed him in his cot to put warm water in the bowel I needed to bathe him. I laid out his clothes and mine on the bed. He should at least look good to pick up his mother's ashes.

I was half way through picking out stylish but modest footwear for both of us, when I heard a knock on the door.

"Don't tell me you invited someone over without my permission, Noah" I raised my eyebrow and narrowed my eyes at the Child's direction.

I stood up and checked to see if I was decent before going to the door. I peeped through the peephole in the door and a familiar face with an apprehensive look was standing there. I opened the door.

"Hi Char"

I was happy to see my friend and I didn't even care that I looked like a mad woman in my brown pajama and tired face.

"I am so sorry, Aaliyah" Charity hugged me tightly despite my unkempt appearance.

"You came….you are here" I said and returned the hug

"You think I was ever going to let you pick up your sister alone? Of course I am here, not been here is not even an option" she told me.

She was looking gorgeous like always in a black gown and black heels. She was carrying a red color bag and her face was devoid of any make-up but still she looked exquisite.

"Please come inside" I told her and let her inside the room.

She dropped her bag on the bed and went straight to pick up Noah from his cot.

"I see you took my advice and got a baby cot" she observed and smiled at the toothless kid.

"Yeah, I did. You made a sound argument when you told me I was going to toss on my bed and suffocate my half nephew" I rolled my eyes.

"I said it happens; I didn't say it was going to happen to you and this lovely baby"

"Well, I rather not find out!" I said almost yelling at Charity.

Charity smiled like she knew I was never going to get a baby cot unless she told me an awful story to make me do it but I knew she had my best interest at heart. She was my oldest friend and best friend after all.

"I am sorry I couldn't handle the McMara's case for you, Charity" I apologized to my friend.

"Don't think about that now, I asked Taylor to handle it" she replied as she put away the clothes I selected for Noah and swapped them for another comfortable and cozy baby trouser and multi-colored shirt.

"Taylor…can Taylor differentiate between her hand from her as…"

"Language, Aaliyah! We have a baby here" Charity was mortified on my near attempt to say a curse word.

"Fine…Taylor can handle it but we are not making her senior partner until I am sure she won't mess up a case for me again" I demanded from my partner.

"Of course and I have Jeremy double checking on her every move but one of these days, we have to let her stand on her two feet…. I think that girl is very much afraid of you than her own mother" Charity was right but I wasn't going to admit it.

"I don't see you cuddling and hugging her either, Char and she is just as afraid of letting me down as she is of you too…maybe even more"

"You should know by now; that I give excellent advice, it doesn't mean I take them myself. I actually like keeping the junior associates on their toes" Charity smiled.

Charity looked at me for a second or two and opened her mouth to talk but bite her lips instead. She did same thing two more times before she finally spoke.

"Honey, pardon my language but you look like S-H-I-T. Have you been getting enough sleep?" Charity asked me.

"Not really, the little guy you are carrying has an objection to me getting some sleep. You have no idea how much sound his small lungs can produce" I said and yawned.

"How long till we pick up Sarah's remain?" Charity asked.

"An hour or two but..."

Charity interrupted me before I could finish the statement.

"You need to get some shut eye. Noah and I will be just fine"