He was so small. And to be such a controversy. It still left Sal speechless as he held the baby.
It didn't seem real. They'd left him in the hospital for so long and still all this un-decisiveness.
"Infections are rampant here, you know." Kramer told him. They were going to take him home. First Michelle wanted him. Then when the truth came out, how the baby wasn't who he was suppose to be. Thanks to good old Kramer. Of course, if one looked at him, you knew no way he could belong to anyone else by Sal. Dark hair. The darkest eyes.
"Its that dark Irish, isn't it?" Sal made light of it now. Almost with a laugh. All Sal needed to do was sign the papers. Stay clear of him, give him to a good home. Maybe. It was down to that. Michelle had chosen to give him up. After all, she was someone's widow. Sal didn't understand it, but he guessed it would just be him now.
"It was the right choice, wasn't it?" He felt so under-rated for the job, but Kramer kept telling him, he could do it. It was his right, and if he gave it up, well..he'd regret it..some day.
So, he took the trip. Kramer drove. At least Kramer had the car-seat. He was prepared. All these things his own children had used that he'd kept.
Of course, when Molly had called, he just wasn't sure what to tell her, but the truth. And she was so quiet. He was pretty sure she wouldn't be there when they arrived, but she surprised him. It was all a little dizzy now as he thought about it.
Everyone, rushing in to help. Watching all four of them stare at the little thing in his crib.
"Are you going to name him?" Tess wanted to know.
"Yeah, I think I will." Sal finally sighed. "I'd like to keep it short, you know, but he needs a good name. Dezmon Kramer, or just Dez. Dezi, I guess." It made him happy to think of his son, with that name. He felt honest about the name. He supposed, he'd better call in, tell them, he'd be off a few weeks. Get this parenting down. After all, it was his job to track down dead beat dads. He wasn't going to be one of them.