English Girl in New York(5)

;Who's that?'

Daniel cleared his throat. ;That's Carrie, my neighbour from upstairs.  It was she who heard the baby crying. And no, Shana, we don't have a  thermometer.'

;No matter. Crying? Now that's a good sign. That's a positive.'

Carrie shook her head. ;Not crying exactly, more like a whimper.'

;Any noise is good noise. You said he's a newborn. Is the cord still attached? Is it tied off?'

;Yes, it's tied with a piece of string. Doesn't look the cleanest. But  the baby was only wrapped up in a blanket. No clothes. No diaper.'

;Sounds like no preparation. I wonder if the mother had any prenatal care. Does the baby look full term?'

Daniel shrugged and looked at Carrie, who shook her head and mouthed, I don't know.         

     



 

;To be honest, Shana, neither of us are sure. I guess he looks okay. What does a full-term baby look like?'

;Does he have a sucking reflex? Is he trying to root?'

;What? I have no idea what you're talking about.' He was trying hard not  to panic. This was all second nature to Shana. These types of questions  were the ones she asked day in, day out. To him it all sounded like  double Dutch.

They could hear the sound of muffled laughter at the other end of the  phone. ;One of you, scrub your hands thoroughly under the tap then brush  your finger around the side of the baby's mouth. I want to know if he  turns towards it, as if he's trying to breastfeed or bottlefeed.'

Daniel nodded at Carrie, who walked over to the sink and started scrubbing her hands. ;Give us a second, Shana.'

Carrie dried her hands and then walked back over and lifted her finger  hesitantly to the side of the baby's mouth. It took a few gentle brushes  to establish that the little guy was reacting to her touch, turning  towards it and opening his mouth.

;Yes, Shana. We think he is responding.'

;Good. That's a sign that he's around full term.' She gave an audible sigh. ;Okay, Daniel, you're not going to like this.'

;What?' Did she think something was wrong with the baby?

;There's no way I can send anyone from Angel's to get that baby. Our  emergency room is packed and the roads around us are completely  impassable. And from the weather report it's going to be like that for a  few days.'

;Is that the good news or the bad news?' The mild feeling of panic was starting to rise.

Shana let out a laugh. ;Probably both. It sounds as if your baby is  doing okay. Thank goodness. He will need a proper assessment as soon as  possible. I'll put the necessary call in to social services, but they  are on the other side of the city from you and everyone is in crisis  right now. It will be a few days before they get to you. In the meantime  the first thing you need to do is feed the little guy. Do you have  somewhere local you can get some supplies?'

Blank. His brain had instantly gone blank. He'd never had any reason to  look for baby supplies before. Where on earth would he get them?

Carrie touched his arm. ;Mr Meltzer stays above his store. I'm sure he'll have some powdered baby milk and diapers we can buy.'

Instant relief, followed by a sickening feeling in the pit of his  stomach. ;Shana, you can't seriously expect us to look after a baby. Me,  Shana? Seriously?'

;Daniel Cooper, you're one of the most responsible guys I know. I can't  think of a single other person I would trust with a newborn baby right  now. You're like any brand-new parent. None of them have experience.  They just learn as they go. You'll need to do the same.'

;But they have nine months to get used to the idea. They read dozens of books about what to do-'

;And you have your own personal paediatrician at the other end of a phone. Not that I think you'll need me.'

Daniel could feel his heartbeat quicken in his chest. He wasn't  afraid-not really. As a New York cop he'd dealt with most things in  life. He'd had a gun pulled on him, a knife-on more than one occasion.  He'd stopped a young girl from being abducted once, and managed to  resist the temptation of doing what he really wanted to the potential  kidnapper. He'd even talked a guy down from the edge of a rooftop  before. But this? Looking after a baby? Why did it seem more  intimidating than anything else?

;Shana, I don't think I'm the best person for the job.'

;Why not? You're practical. You're resourceful. And right now you're the  best that baby's got.' She was beginning to sound exasperated. Angel's  must be under an enormous amount of pressure right now, and he really  didn't want to add to it. ;You've even got some help from your  neighbour.'

He glanced over at Carrie, who was shaking her head frantically. No, she was mouthing.

;Suck it up, Daniel-and call me if you have any problems.' There was a click at the other end of the phone.

Carrie's chin was practically bouncing off the floor. ;Suck it up,  Daniel? Suck it up? That's what she says to you?' Her voice was getting  higher pitched by the second and the baby was starting to squirm in his  arms, reacting to the noise.

Reactions? Was that a good sign, too? He really didn't have a clue.

He shrugged. ;She's my best friend's older sister. It isn't the first  time Shana's told me to suck it up-and it won't be the last.' He walked  over to the sofa and sank down onto the cushions. This little guy  weighed more than he thought. Or maybe it was just because he couldn't  swap him between his arms.         

     



 

;I'm going to have to put a call in to the station, to let my captain know about the abandoned baby.'

Carrie sagged down next to him on the sofa. She shook her head and  squeezed her eyes shut. ;I know we've just met, Daniel, but I'm sorry. I  just can't help you with this. I can't do it. Babies-' she hesitated  ;-they're just not my thing. I won't be any help anyway. I don't know a  thing about babies.'

He stared at her. Hard. ;You've got to be joking, right?'

Her eyes opened and widened. It was clear she was instantly on the defence. ;No. Why?'

He shook his head in disbelief. ;You turn up at my door with a baby, and  now you're expecting to dump it on me in the middle of a snowstorm.'

When he said the words out loud they were even worse than the thoughts in his head.

Her face paled. ;But I...'

;I nothing.' A grin appeared on his face. ;Suck it up, Carrie.'

She drew back from him and he could sense her taking some deep breaths. ;It's not quite like that.'

He shook his head. There was no way she was leaving him high and dry. He  waved his cast at her. ;What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to  bath a baby with one of these? Sure, I can probably manage to feed a  baby and make up some bottles. But be practical, Carrie. I'm hardly the  ideal babysitter right now.' He could see her staring at his pink cast  and trying to work things out in her head. ;Least you can do is give me  some help.'

Her cheeks flushed with colour, as if she'd just realised how mean it looked to walk away.

She pointed at his cast. ;How did you end up with that anyway? And what made you pick a pink cast?'

He snorted. ;Pick isn't the word I would choose. There was an accident  earlier today, a tonne of snow fell off a roof and I got trapped  underneath it pushing people out of the way.'

Her eyes widened. ;On Fourteenth Street? That was you?'

He sat up a little straighter. ;How do you know about that?'

;I was there. I saw it happen.' She tilted her head to the side and  stared at him again. ;I didn't realise it was you-I mean, I didn't know  you.' She reached over and touched his cast. ;I remember. I remember  seeing you hold your wrist at a funny angle. I guess it's broken, then?'

He nodded.

;And the pink?'

He smiled. ;It seems that today was the biggest day in the world for  fractures at the clinic on Sixteenth Street.' He waved his wrist. ;Pink  was the only colour they had left.'

She started to laugh. ;I can just imagine the look on your face when they told you that.'

He started to laugh, too. ;I was less than impressed. The air might have been a little blue.'

;Not pink?'

;Definitely not pink.'

She shook her head. ;That was really scary. I just remember the noise  and the shouts. What about that woman in the red coat and her little  boy? And that elderly couple?'

She really had been there. And she could remember the details. The lady  could be a cop. ;All checked out and okay. One of the businessmen  twisted his ankle and the other was being assessed for a head injury. He  kept being sick.'

;Wow. Thank goodness you were there.'

Her words struck a chord with him. He hadn't really thought about that.  He'd been too angry at breaking his wrist and being out of action for  the NYPD. He hadn't really had time to stop to think about what could  have happened to that elderly couple, or the woman and her young son.

A vision flashed in his eyes. The woman in the red coat cradling her son  with one arm as if he was the most precious thing on earth. Then  looking at him, with her hand on her heart, and mouthing, Thank you. He  hadn't really had time to talk to her properly, but that one action had  been more than enough for him. He didn't do this job for the thanks.

The little bundle shifted in his arms and started to whimper again.  There was colour coming into the baby's cheeks and his tongue was  starting to play around the edge of his mouth. He sighed. ;I guess our  boy is getting hungry. I'll give Mr Meltzer a call and see if he can  open the store so we can get some supplies. Know anything about making  baby bottles?'