My Baby

   He reached out to touch her cheek and she began to fuss.

"Shhh, shhh. It’s okay little thing" he hushed.

She stopped crying and made a baby sound. He felt warm watching her wave her tiny hands in the air.

  "Her name is Claire, my dad found her at our doorstep this morning"

Kulture's voice came behind and Owen turned sharply towards her.

  "I don't know but I feel we should keep her. There was a note attached to her" Kulture added and walked up to Owen then smiled at Claire.

   "Did the note say anything about where she is from and why she has to be brought here?"

Owen asked in a low tone.

"Not at all, it just stated her name and asked us to take care of her, that her safety depends on us"

  Kulture responded then looked up at Owen. She could not understand why Owen seemed so worried about the child.

   "Does he know something?"

She thought.

  "Why do I feel connected to her?"

Owen thought too.

   "Dad said we will have Dr Matthew check on her later then we will adopt her."

  "That's a great idea. I just don't know, I ..never mind"

He mentioned and began walking out of the room.

  "Is there something you know?"

Kulture's voice came behind him.

"Something like what?"

"I don't know, you tell me. You behave like there is some connections between you and the baby"

Kulture voiced her thoughts out loud. Owen chuckled,

  "There is no such thing. I am just wondering why her mother would let her go, what kind of danger is the baby in?" He replied and stepped out of the room leaving Kulture rooted at a spot.

  "I am not sure he is telling the whole truth. Why do I feel like there is more?"

She asked out loud then walked back to the baby on the bed and picked her up gently.

  With the baby on the other hand, Kulture gathered her feeding kits and left the room.

    Mrs Kingston, Francis and Owen had settled on the small dining room waiting for Kulture.

  Francis, seeing Kulture with a baby, stood up instantly.

"Whose baby is that?"

"My baby"

Kulture replied and took her seat.

"Since when did you have a baby?"

Francis boomed her with questions. 

  "Since this morning. Dad and I found her outside and we want to adopt her. Before you starting asking questions, just know that whoever that is the mother wants us to take of her" Kulture explained to Francis to avoid further questions from him

Francis frowned his brows,

"Is that so? what a poor child but before anything, a report will be made concerning her so that in the future, a case of kidnapping would not arose."

   Francis stated and they all nodded agreeing to the decision.

"And Owen, I have had your car brought here. it arrived few minutes again"

Owen smiled at Francis, "Thanks man. That means a lot to me"

"You are welcome, now let's eat. I am starving"

    Francis said, rubbing his palms together. If not that Mrs Kingston had instructed they wait for Owen, Francis would have eaten and forgot he ate.

 Kulture did not have to feed the baby because she drafted to sleep again.

     Lunch was made of lasagne, soup, salad and pasta.

   Mrs Kingston had everyone's lunch dished out. She said the grace and they started eating with no one making an attempt to start a conversation.

  Owen had his mind faraway while Francis focused on enjoying his meal. Kulture was a bit distracted by Owen and Mrs Kingston could not stop noticing her daughter's secret glances at Owen.

"She seems to like him"

Mrs Kingston mused.

Jenny's point of view…

   Zain and I sat at the table as I watched him take his lunch. He was back in time to take my mom to the airport. He just returned and the first thing he cried was hunger and I felt for him. I am not sure he has eaten anything outside this morning.

   Tasha and Lizzy have refused to come out of their rooms and I don't have a problem with that. They can choose not to come out at all.

  "So why was Lucas here?"

He asked all of a sudden. I looked up at him with my mind blank. I did not know what to tell him and I wasn't going to lie about it. I kept looking at him without saying a thing.

 He sighed then drop his fork.

 "We are lovers, you can tell me anything and mind you, I won't judge you. You almost an adult and I believe you know what you want but if you feel you can't tell me, it's fine by me"

   I was literally taken back by his calmness. The Zain I know was supposed to be jealous,this is not the way he behaves when he feels threatened and does he think he has me wrapped around his fingers and to him, I would not look elsewhere. I was not cool that he is so calm about it, It makes me think he doesn't care anymore.

  My expression clouded, I stood abruptly and left the dining room in anger.