* the culmination (Part Two)
A week had passed since the mysterious but fortuitous event in the hallway. Finding the baby and encountering Noah had thrown Zoe's life into a whirl. After calling the police and spending the next few days in the company of her new friend, she was now contemplating finding a way to keep the child.
"But how can you keep her?", Noah's voice boomed. "They'll never let you. An abandoned baby becomes a ward of the state. They'll look for her parents, and all that takes time."
"Don't you see, she was put there for me to find. I can't explain it, Noah. I just know."
"Do you realize how irrational that sounds, Zoe? The court will determine where she goes and more than likely, it won't be to an unmarried young woman with no visible means of support."
"I know... but -" Zoe began, then became distracted. The whispers....
"Zoe, are you alright?"
Grabbing her purse, Zoe turned and headed out the door. "I'm sorry - but I've got to go see her. Please forgive me, but I really don't have a choice."
It took some persuading at the hospital. It was late, but the nurse on duty was familiar with the details of the case and the part that these two had played in finding the child. Without their interaction, she knew that the infant might not be as healthy as she now seemed. Who knows what could have happened?
Looking through the window at the little round pink face, Zoe's heart was swallowed up whole. How could this baby affect her so? A few of her friends had babies. They were cute, but this was different. 'Why?' she wondered.
"The child is yours... the child is yours...."
The reaction of Noah, while more subtle and without whispers, was non-the-less traumatic. As he also took in the small pink bundle, the innocent eyes, the frail delicate structure, he too was mesmerized. "She is something, isn't she? So perfect?"
As the weeks went by, the baby was declared fit, and the case was to go to court soon. The parents of the child had not been found, neither had a shred of evidence to link the infant to anyone in the building or neighborhood. The only identifying clue was a small birthmark. No one but the watcher knew that Zoe had the exact same birthmark - the delicate swirl of fine lines on the inner side of her left ankle.
The nurses at the hospital had been calling the child "Ada" since she was the first abandoned baby of the year at their hospital and since "Adam" certainly wasn't appropriate. And Ada was appropriate, thought the watcher, but not for the reason they thought.
She, Zoe, was the first - their child raised by humankind. Ada would be the second - their child raised by one of their own. Zoe grew up in ignorance (even though she had heard the whispers all her life and had felt the presence of the watcher). In time the barrier was broken and she came to understand.
But this child would have no barriers. She would have access to the knowledge from a very early age. Zoe would not tell her, as her own adopted parents had, that the whispers were only the workings of an overactive imagination. She would tell Ada to be still and listen. Then they would see what wonders could be worked. These intellectual beings of light and shadow that coexisted with humans for so long now wanted to share their immortality and knowledge. They wanted to share a greater love.
As the watcher leaned over the cradle and looked into the eyes of the tiny babe, Ada smiled.
(to be continued tomorrow)
(to be continued tomorrow)