She will not listen (107)

David waited for Babs to change cloths.

She put on a dark green sweetheart dress with matching shoes. She put her hair in a updo. She also put on the heart pendant she got from her mother on her 8th birthday.

"How do I look?" She asked coming down the stairs.

David smiled and stood up. "Wonderful you take my breath away."

They then drove to the house. He left Babs in the sitting room while he changed cloths.

She walked around looking at the art work. When Mrs. West came in. "Everything here is original."

"Very pretty." Babs replied.

"Have a seat, tea?"

"Yes, please" she said as she sat in a chair near the other woman.

"Thank you for coming. I know we got off on the wrong foot." She handed Babs a cup of tea.

"Yes we did." Babs took a taste it was mint tea.

"I just want you to know that this child will be taken care of. You have nothing to worry about. I will make sure you get to visit a few times a year." Mrs. West said sitting back with her tea.

"I think it is you who misunderstood. This is my child. I will raise it. I know it is your grandchild and I won't stop you from being apart of it's life. However it will not be raised by you. If you try to take my child away I will get an order for supervised visits." Babs put down her cup.

Mrs. Wolf laughed, "You think a judge will look at a part time employee who use to party hard and got her self knocked up would be a better parent then someone with money and power?"

"I am not fighting with you over it. Just try and you will see."

"Mother you said you would be nice." David said walking in.

"I am dear, I was just telling her what was going to happen."

David walked over to sit. He then took Babs' hand. "Mother I have talked things over with Babs and I will help her anyway possible against you."

"Now I raised you and your brother. I can raise my grandchild too."

"No Dad took care of me until I was 6 then it was boarding school, only coming home at Christmas. Neil was raised by nannies. I would also say he is not a responsible person." David said.

"Let's not talk about this yet. How far along are you?"

"17 weeks." Babs answered.

"Are you eating healthy?"

"Yes, I eat healthy homemade food. I also take my vitamins."

"Good, Well lets eat the food should be ready."

They all got up and they followed Mrs. West into the dinning room.

Dinner was odd, not much was said. When it came time to leave Mrs. West said, " When you get to be 6 months then you will move in here till the baby is born."

"No I won't. This baby is mine. You will only get to visit it." Babs said.

"I'll get custody don't worry."

Babs was upset as she walked out. David followed. "I'm sorry."

"David, last night I had a long talk with my father. He convinced me to play nice because your mother is the child grandmother. He even had me look at my feelings if any for you." Babs slid into the open car.

"And?" David asked getting behind the wheel.

"Your mother will only get to see my child with a court order. And you and me can never be if I have to fight her all the time. I'm sorry, I tried to trust you to handle things but I don't see that happening."

They drove home in silence. When Babs went in she told her father what had happened. He kissed her and said he would do whatever was needed for the child to be safe.

David drove home. His mother was in her study.

"What do you think you are doing?" He said.

"What do you mean?"

"Leave Babs alone or you will never get to see the child. I meant it when I said you were an unfit mother." He said.

"I already have contacted a lawyer who assured me that I can win. He will also get me a court order for her to live here the last three months so the baby can get use to my voice."

"I give up mother, you are insane." David said as he walked out. He spent the night packing his things. Tomorrow he would find a place to live. He would do what ever it takes to make Babs his wife and the child would never be in the hands of his mother.

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Bella waited for Zane to finish up some work he brought home. She lay on the couch in his office reading.

◇◇◇♡♡♡◇◇◇ THE GLASS DOG cont.

The next morning, as he read his newspaper, he noticed an article stating that the beautiful Miss Mydas, the richest young lady in town, was very ill, and the doctors had given up hope of her recovery.

The glass-blower, although miserably poor, hard-working and homely of feature, was a man of ideas. He suddenly recollected his precious medicine, and determined to use it to better advantage than relieving his own ills. He dressed himself in his best clothes, brushed his hair and combed his whiskers, washed his hands and tied his necktie, blackened his hoes and sponged his vest, and then put the vial of magic cure-all in his pocket. Next he locked his door, went downstairs and walked through the streets to the grand mansion where the wealthy Miss Mydas resided.

The butler opened the door and said:

"No soap, no chromos, no vegetables, no hair oil, no books, no baking powder. My young lady is dying and we're well supplied for the funeral."

The glass-blower was grieved at being taken for a peddler.

"My friend," he began, proudly; but the butler interrupted him, saying:

"No tombstones, either; there's a family graveyard and the monument's built."

"The graveyard won't be needed if you will permit me to speak," said the glass-blower.

"No doctors, sir; they've given up my young lady, and she's given up the doctors," continued the butler, calmly.

"I'm no doctor," returned the glass-blower.

"Nor are the others. But what is your errand?"

"I called to cure your young lady by means of a magical compound."