Part3

“Miss? Miss we’re here.” A male voice awoke Bette from her sleep. It was the driver of the transport she had arranged to pick her up at the airport.

“Wha…” She slowly opened her eyes. Indeed, the car was parked at the front of her house. She shook her head. On her chest, protected by her arms, a baby was sleeping. Oh that’s right, Angelica. Man, she was exhausted. The last 24 hours had been so agitated, dealing with the details of becoming Angelica’s legal guardian had been tiresome, but at least she had that settled. She couldn’t quite finish adjusting to the idea that she had a baby in her life now. Who would have thought so? Bette Porter, womanizer, now a new mommy, geez.

“Miss?” the driver repeated, after he saw that Bette made no attempt to move.

“Oh, right. Sorry about that” she got out of the car with Angelica in her arms, as the driver helped her with her bags and made her way to the front door. She unlocked the door, which proved to be more difficult with a now stirring toddler in her arms. After she managed to open the door, the man entered the house and left her bags right by the door.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, Ms. Porter?” he offered after leaving her bags.

“That will be all, thank you so much, have a good evening.” Bette tipped the man and thanked him for his services. She closed the door and took a deep breath, leaning on the door for support. Just what did I get myself into this time? She thought.

Angelica, completely awaken now, started gurgling, her little hands moving back and forth.

Bette held her at arms’ length “well, this is home now little one” Angelica’s eyes were wide open, taking in the surroundings. Bette took the opportunity to look around as well. She noticed the many shopping bags by the sofa, Good ol’ James, excellent.

After the reading of Jane’s will, Bette had called James and explained the situation. Needless to say, he was shocked. Bette Porter, taking care of a baby, oh yeah and a snowstorm is quickly approaching Satan’s HeadQuarters. He honestly didn’t think he’d ever get to see the day that was happening. This was Bette Porter, the woman who could easily spend over 12hrs at the office and still have the energy and the drive to continue, the very same woman who admittedly was not built for commitments and families and all that jazz. But here she was, requesting a great variety of toys, diapers, bottles, clothes for a 10month old baby, a car seat, baby food, etc. and had James bring everything to her house, in the guest room.