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Chapter 102 — Like father like son
"Tell me honestly, Mason if you did ask the doctor who we'll have a boy or a girl?" Mary asked putting Mickey down in the crib.
"Of course I did not!" Mason upset looked at her.
"Come on, Mason. Do you want to tell me that you never might ask it?"
"I did not ask the doctor about the sex of the baby," Mason repeated.
"Well, then you have just an amazing sixth of sense--"
"I had not an idea that you wanted to have a girl so much."
"I don't sure about. I guess I did not. Just wondering how you were sure that we'll have a boy."
Mason smiled.
"Probably every man dreams to have his son. I swear." He raised his right arm over his shoulder, connecting the thumb and little finger. "The next one will be the girl."
"Oh, Mason Capwell was the scout!"
"Yeah. And I even was the Ranger Scout for the year."
"I'm proud of you, Mr. Capwell!"
Mason had not a chance to give her some appropriated reply when the door opened and excited Capwells rush in the room. Mary confused buttoned her gown as accepting congratulations. Children are slip out hands of grandparents and rapidly climbed onto Mary's hospital bed.
"Mommy! Mommy!" they squealed in two voices.
Flushed and happy Mary looked at Mason as he picked up Samantha and sit her on his lap.
"Mom, what is it?" Chip pointed to the new baby.
"It's your brother. His name is Mike."
Chip stretched to the thing that seems him as a new toy, but Mary grabbed his hand.
"No, not now. Mike is sleep."
"So you named him Michael?" CC loudly asked and immediately was shushed.
"Yes," Mason defiantly said. And Mary added: "Michael Kenneth Capwell. My father was Kenneth."
"And Michael after whom was named?"
"None. We just like the name."
"Here!" Samantha crawled closer to Mary and gave her greasy thing.
"Thanks, honey. But what is it?" Mary twirled the thing in hands.
"My pen!" Mason cried. "I know better then tell you where this little ghost dug it."
"It turning to you like a boomerang," Sophia laughed. "How many times today you are trying to get rid of it?"
"Even not want to count. And this baby squirrel did find it again," Mason kissed her daughter on the top of head.
"Mason, I think that your apartment is very small for all of yours now," CC Capwell said. "Do you obviously need to think about buying a new home."
"Thank you, father, but I'm already doing this job," Mason tensed. "So you were just the second."
"I could help you. You rejected my wedding gift, so may be you will take one for Michael's birth? Although I would prefer that your son's name was Harold."
"But he was named Michael, father. It's officially now and without appeal."
"If you like... So what is about your new home?"
Inside Mason's something growled, and Mary touched his hand.
"I'll think, father," he finally lets out.
"Do it," CC grandly said. And Mary suddenly noticed how much they look like. No, she had seen it earlier (although never said to Mason), but now the similarity was obvious not only in facial features. Turning of the head, facial expressions, then as Mason narrowed eyes and raised his eyebrow. He was the son of his father, flesh of his flesh--
"Mary?" she heard the worried voice of her husband.
"I'm okay," she smiled. "Just look at you."
Kelly giggled.
"I agree that he just handsome!"
"I hope Mike will like him," Mary said and with shining eyes looked at Mason.
"Ladies, you confuse me," Mason said, and really feeling uncomfortable when discussing their own looks.
"You never confused!" his younger sister grunted.
"Mr. CC Capwell?" The nurse come in. "You have the call."
"Thank you," he replied and looked at the oldest son from his superior height. Mason looked so happy that CC was stirred in his soul. With some mix of pride and guilt. Mason always been the difficult child, a kind of mystery for him. Sophia's children and Channing were simpler. And Mason more like him... but in some ways even surpassing his father.
"Mason, I wait your decision about the new house," said he and leave the room with Sophia on tow.
"I do not doubt it," Mason sighed when his father closed the door. "Mary, what do you think about this?"
"About moving to the new home? I do not know. I probably agree. We'll get much more comfort, CC is right here. And you already thought about this idea?"
"Yes. Sitting in the basement I had many time to think about many things--:
"Sitting in the basement?" Theda asked glancing at Kelly. "Do you mean when you were kidnapped?"
"Well, that's too tough words; I just was bringing down in the basement of the house and held there for 24 hours."
"Mason, you still did not say who was kidnapper," Mary said looking at him.
"I said that I'll explain later, and I'll do it," Mason said. "But not here and now."
"I hope this bastard will pay for what he did," Kelly said.
Mason did not answer. He did not want to think about relatives of Mark. He had Mary, Mickey, Chip, Sammy here... What was happened just three days ago now seems so far away like if it's happened in the past. He moved his lips.
"I love you," Mary easily read and smiling waved him the kiss. "I love you too."
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