Some Kind Of Wonderful

Chapter Thirty-Eight:

Somewhere!

Sitting there all alone
in the window of her room
watching the world go by
Brings tears to her eyes
all she sees is hurt and pain, she wants to break the chain
She'll keep pressing everyday and she'll find her own sweet way

Let Love lead the Way – Spice Girls

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It was exactly 4.15am and the city which was once her home was silent, just the birds chirping every once in a while welcoming the morning. Fate sat still beside the large window an adoption file open and sitting in her lap while she stared at one sentence, reading it over and over again.

Reason for adoption: Unable to conceive after an accident when fifteen years old. After extensive surgery Mrs. Collins’ womb was completely removed as it was damaged from the incident. The couple have been trying to adopt for almost ten years but have been unsuccessful until now.

Tears of despair slid past Fate’s soft brown eyes as she continued to stare at the file before her. Ten years they had been waiting for baby? She couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for the couple not being able to have a baby of their own to love and care for.

That thought made her ache someplace deep inside. A part of her felt so guilty for taking away something they had been hoping for almost a decade now. But he was her son. A part of both her and man she was crazy about, how could she leave him behind after desperately searching for him for months on end.
With a wistful sigh she turned her gaze from the file and pressed her forehead to the cool glass of the window looking up at the starless sky. Tears drowned her eyes blurring her vision until they slid down her pale cheeks. “Lord, please help me.” she whispered closing her eyes tightly.

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Two floors up in the penthouse suite, Isabelle sighed deeply tossing for the millionth time since she and Jordan went to bed two hours ago. Lying still for a minute her wide blue eyes stared up at the pale blue ceiling which looked a darker shade of grey, she sighed loudly, unable keep still she turned to her left side staring at the mahogany table beside the king size bed.
What was that nagging feeling at the pit of her stomach?

“Belle, for God’s sake, stop thrashing around.” Jordan mumbled his back still turned to her. Isabelle rolled over pulling the covers as she did so causing Jordan to curse and roll over with them.

“I can’t sleep.” Isabelle mumbled facing him.

Jordan raised his arms and brought his hands behind his head. “No shit.” He muttered sarcastically.

Isabelle noticed Jordan was falling asleep again and frowned. “Jordan?” she called out quietly.

“He’s sleeping.” He bumbled sleepily.

Isabelle not liking his answer kicked his shin causing him to hiss and open his eyes to glare at her. “Ow, what the hell?” he asked rubbing his leg with a deep frown.

“I said I can’t sleep.” She said sending him a harder glare and sat up in bed. Jordan closed his eyes again mumbling profanities under his breath.

“I got that Isabelle. What do you want me to do?” he asked tugging on the covers. Isabelle looked back at him and smiled.

“You can scratch my back?” she said and Jordan groaned.

“Isabelle it’s five in the morning and I’m tired. Will you please just try and go to sleep?” he asked his eyes half open
looking up at her.

Isabelle huffed. “What part of ‘I can’t sleep’ do you not understand?” Jordan sighed too himself and lifted his arm aversively so she could slip into his hold.

Isabelle nestled against her husband’s chest while his fingers delicately ran up and down her back. She closed her eyes waiting for sleep to come but it failed too. Jordan’s hand stopped scratching her back every time he fell asleep and started again when Isabelle jiggled her body a little to wake him.

After about the fifth time Jordan was growing irritated. “Isabelle, for pete's sake what’s it going to take to get you to sleep?” he snapped tiredly.

Isabelle looked thoughtful for a moment. “Well, warm milk usually helped when I was a kid...” she said “but I doubt it’s going to work now.” she added as an afterthought. Jordan shook his head staring up at the ceiling. “Maybe we can have sex?” she said after a minute.

“Okay, fine, let’s have sex.” He bit out while rolling over on top of her.

Isabelle sighed when Jordan began kissing her neck slowly, stopping to lick and nip at her flesh. “Mm, baby.” She moaned trailing her fingers down his muscular back while arching into him.

Moments later Jordan was awake, aroused and fully alert ready to pound into his wife in hopes to give her – and himself— enough relief for the rest of the night to get some sleep.

In the midst of his ministrations he noticed Isabelle went awfully still. A second later he realised why.

Snore . . . Snore . . .Snore

Jordan looked down at his wife who was asleep. “You’ve got to be friggin kidding...” he grumbled annoyed. “Isabelle?” He said shaking her. Isabelle moaned and stirred for a second before falling asleep again. “Isabelle, damn it, wake up!” he said louder this time while he turned on the lamp beside the bed.

Isabelle jumped her tired blue eyes looking at her husband. “What? What are you doing?” she asked squinting her eyes shielding them from the bright light.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Do you wanna explain what just happened?” he asked irked.
Isabelle grinned tiredly, “Sure we had sex and we fell asleep. Thanks baby you’re a sweetheart.” She mumbled reaching over and
closing the light again.

Jordan leaned over and flicked the light on again. “Nooo, we were in the middle of having sex and you frickin fell asleep on me.”

Isabelle closed her eyes and shook her head. “Nah-uh, we totally had sex. Explains why I’m so tired, you clearly wore me out you stud you.” she said teasingly before tossing to her side and resuming her sleep.

Jordan tugged on the sheets pulling her small frame back to him. “Isabelle, you’re tired because you wouldn’t stop yapping and bugging me all night. Now can you please wake up so we can do this right?” he said gesturing to his hard on.

Isabelle looked down at his member and groaned. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow babe.” Jordan arched a brow not amused at all.

“No, you make it up now. You woke me up and now I’m fully awake and horny! So you better get your ass up and gimme some sex.” He said poking her.

Isabelle giggled and slapped his hand away. She sighed and laid flat on her back and opened her arms wide. “Fine, fine, give me the good stuff.” She said her eyes closed clearly still tired.

Jordan stared her blankly. “Isabelle! If I wanted to sleep with a corpse I would have gone to a morgue. Would you please look alive?” he said poking her again.

Isabelle wrinkled her nose at him. “Ew, Jordan.” She grumbled. “You really know how to get a girl hot.” She drawled.
Jordan’s lips twitched slightly. “Oh I’m gonna get you hot alright.” He said before he jumped and attacking her with kisses and loving caresses.

Half an hour and a hot session of sex later the couple were wrapped in each other’s arms whispering to each other.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you.” Jordan apologised while kissing her forehead.

Isabelle chuckled. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you.” she said tilting her head to look at him. Jordan grinned sexily at her.

“You’re forgiven.” He said before he pressed his lips to hers chastely. “But be warned, next time you wake me up in the middle of the night, I’m throwing your ass out of bed.” Isabelle laughed.

“Noted.” She said with a yawn while burying her face into Jordan’s neck. “Please don’t ever change.” She mumbled tiredly.

Jordan understood her meaning and chuckled, “Honey, if I haven’t changed in forty years, I’m not going to start now.” he told her matter-of-factly.

Isabelle smiled. “Good, because I happen to really love your crazy antics.”

This time Jordan yawned nuzzling himself against his petite wife more. “And I happen to really love you, Belle.” He whispered to her lovingly. When he noticed she hadn’t answered he glanced down and saw she was asleep an adorable smile on her angelic face. He smiled too closing his eyes, “Sweet dreams, Angel.” He said before he fell asleep himself.

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The next morning came way too soon for most of the Callaway’s. The time was a little after ten o’clock in the morning England time.

Dayne rolled over slowly waking from his slumber. His brows creased when he found the left side of the bed empty. Lifting his head he blinked his blue eyes open wincing from the sheer brightness of the room.

Once his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, they fell on his petite girlfriend who was currently curled up in a leather seat asleep and not very comfortably by the looks of things. With a frown he slid out of bed and made it over to her quietly.
Upon setting his eyes on her face he had noticed the tear trails down her cheeks. With a deep sigh he was about to reach out and pick her up from the chair and back into bed when his eyes caught the adoption file open on the coffee table in front of her.

He picked up the file and quickly read the page that was open. Halfway down the page his darting eyes came to a halt reading slowly the paragraph his girlfriend had been reading over and over all night. Ten years?

Once again he lifted his gaze from the file and looked at Fate’s tear stained face. Was she up all night distraught over taking her son back from this couple?

(Lifehouse, Everything)

A pang of guilt shot through him as he continued to stare at her angelic face. Slowly he reached out and ran a finger down her stained cheek. Fate shivered at his touch noticeably curling further into a ball in her sleep. Dayne noticed the uncomfortable look on her face when she moved a little, if she had in fact spent the night on that chair she was going to have a killer neck and backache.

Not wasting another second the gently picked her up from the chair and made his way over to the bed. He made a move to place her down but Fate clung to him, tightening her hold around his neck. Dayne frowned when he felt something wet and warm trickle down his chest. Fate’s shoulders were shaking slightly and he realised she was crying.

He sighed deeply and sat on the bed, Fate still in his arms clinging to him while tears escaped her eyes with force.
Dayne was torn, he hated seeing her like this and like this she was for well over two months now. He wanted her to be happy and he was sure she would be once found their son but it seemed he was once again wrong.

“Fate . . .” He called out quietly, his fingers tracing circles delicately on her bare hip where her shirt had ridden up. He waited for an answer but all he got was hiccups and choked sobs. He kissed her head lovingly, “Baby, I won’t know what’s wrong, if you won’t tell me?” he said again.

“I f-feel so g-guilty.” She said in between hiccups.

Dayne closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. “I know you do baby, so do I but, he’s our son and he belongs with us.” He said soothingly.

“I know, and I want that more than anything, I do. I just—these people have been waiting for a baby for almost ten years . . . ten years Dayne! How can I take away something they have waited for so long? I know what it feels like to have something you love so much ripped away from you and I don’t want to be the cause of their pain. I don’t want to be the one to take away all their hope.” She cried helplessly.

Dayne rocked her gently, “Shh, Fate please don’t do this.” He said holding her shaking form tighter to him. “Remember everything we went through to find him, we’re so close baby. I know this hurts you and I love you for being so caring but this is our son we’re talking about. Can you really leave him in the care of strangers when we’re so close to having him in our arms and taking him home?” he asked running his fingers through her silky brown hair.

Fate shook her head. “No, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling terrible.”

“Baby, these kinds of situations are never easy. But you have to be strong and not let your emotions take over. Do you think you can do that?” Fate was still and silent for a moment before she nodded lifting her head off of his chest to look at him. Just one look into her chocolate brown orbs and Dayne saw the guilt as clear as day. He gently took her face into his hands and kissed her on the lips for a long moment tasting her salty tears. “It’ll be okay, I’ll be right by your side.” He promised pressing his forehead to hers.

Fate nodded briefly wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. “I love you.” she mumbled into his neck.
Dayne smiled, “I love you too.” He sighed and buried his face into her shoulder. “More than you can ever know.” he added in a soft whisper.

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By lunch time all members of Callaway and their partners were sitting at the hotels dining hall getting ready to order their lunch.

“Fate, you look a little pale, honey. Are you feeling okay?” Isabelle asked her son’s girlfriend. Fate shrugged but nodded glumly not in the least convincing Isabelle that she was indeed ‘okay’.

Dayne took his girlfriends hand and squeezed it gently before answering his mother. “She didn’t get much sleep last night, so she’s a little tired that’s all.” He assured his mother who looked concerned.

“Well, I suggest you get used to sleepless nights. Because, I assure you, if that boy of yours is anything like his father you’re not going to have a good night sleep for a long while.” Jordan said in an attempt to make Fate smile but frowned when her eyes filled with tears instead.

Isabelle looked at Jordan who looked just as concerned as his wife regarding the girl before them. “What’s going on?” Jordan asked fixing a look at Dayne who closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Fate, Sweetheart, if you’re having doubts or concerns please tell us now?” Jordan said again leaning forward a little trying to catch Fate’s eye but she was staring at the table cloth.

Her eyes snapped up suddenly and she shook her head. “I’m fine, just a little nervous . . . I suppose.” She mumbled offering a weak smile.

“Everything’s going to be okay. You’re going to have your son in your arms where he belongs soon enough, I promise.” Jordan said smiling at her warmly.

“What if it’s too late, what if I can’t have him back?” she asked her voice trembling slightly.

“Don’t worry I have the best lawyer working on the case. I got a call from him earlier, he informed me that he tracked down your parents and had them write out an official statement as proof that you didn’t abandon your baby.” Jordan explained coolly.
Fate’s jaw dropped a little with surprise. “H-how did he get them to agree to that?” she asked wide eyed.

“He threatened them with prosecution on the grounds of child abduction and illegal adoption without consent of the baby’s mother.” The older man explained.

Dayne gaped at his father. “Are you serious?” he asked his father who nodded.

Jaiden, Leila and Marc all sat in silence and watched the other four converse between themselves. “Yes, even if they are the baby’s grandparents they had no right taking him away from Fate without her consent or knowing of his whereabouts.” He explained on further. “Lucky for you, in this country the law sides with the mother of the baby in these kinds of situations.”

Fate shook her head, “I can’t believe my parents would do that.” Dayne squeezed her hand once again comfortingly.

“Forget about them Fate, you don’t need people like that in your life. They have a twisted sense of right and wrong, they’ll get what’s coming to them soon.” He said lifting her hand and kissing it gently. Isabelle and Jordan beamed at their son’s handling of the situation proudly.

All the couples at the table exchanged loving looks with one another. Jaiden however rolled his eyes and smirked while reaching forward to pick up a bagel. “Ohh, Fate I love you . . .mwah. . . mwah. .” he began teasing Dayne by making kissy noises and faces with a bagel. “Ow!” he grumbled when he got a boiled egg still in its shell thrown at his head.

“Oops, my bad!” Dayne chirped grinning at his younger brother who in return scowled rubbing his forehead.

“That was a cheap shot dude.” Jaiden grumbled as the other laughed at his expense. Sneakily Jaiden raised his eyes and saw Fate and Dayne were smiling still amused over their squabble. His chest swelled when he saw the love in their eyes even though they were both clearly having a pretty shitty day, especially Fate. With a satisfied smile that he broke them from their sullen mood he looked up and caught his father’s eye who was watching him with a smile.

Jordan winked and nodded in a ‘well done’ manner for lightening up his brother’s mood a little. Jaiden returned the smile and began eating his lunch pleased with himself.

An hour later Jordan, Isabelle, Dayne, Fate and Kevin Duvall-- the lawyer were driving around Central London, looking for the house the baby was supposedly living. In front of the black SUV was a police car, escorting them to take the baby into custody until the situation was resolved.

“The good news is, the adoption takes at least twelve months to legally finalise so you can protest at anytime during that period.” Kevin explained to the parents of the young infant.

Fate and Dayne nodded hands clasped together tightly, anxiously waiting to meet their baby. Dayne for the first time and Fate after a three month separation since the day she gave birth to him.

“What did they name him?” Fate asked suddenly.

Kevin flipped open the file before him and looked up at her, “Your parents named him Christopher, Christopher Cunningham.” Fate winced. She hated that name, why would they name him Christopher?

“Cian, his name was supposed to be Cian.” Fate mumbled. Dayne leaned over and pressed his warm lips to her temple.

“We’ll change it, once we get him back.” he assured her quietly. The car came to a stop in a quiet neighbourhood with smallish looking houses.

“Eighty-six, this is it.” Jordan said looking back at Dayne and Fate.

Dayne nodded, “Let’s do this.” He said pulling the handle on the door and stepping out of the car pulling a nervous Fate with him.

Fate looked at the house before her, a white door staring back at her. Isabelle, Jordan and Kevin all came to stand beside the young parents. Two police officers went to the white door and began knocking waiting for an answer.

When one never came they tried again harder this time. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Isabelle whispered to her husband.
Jordan shook his head. “Let’s not think the worst. She could just be out with the baby.” He said but his voice showed his concern.

The green door next door opened and a young woman that didn’t look a day over thirty-five stepped out with a curious look in her eyes.

“If you’re looking for Jack and Allison they’re not here.” She offered her dark blue eyes darting from face to face until they stopped on Jordan and Isabelle. “Wait a minute, aren’t you . . . Jordan and Isabelle Callaway?” she questioned.
Jordan gave a curt nod, “Yes, that’s right. Did you say the Collins isn’t here?” he questioned.

The woman blinked snapping out of her daze and blushed, “Y-yes, they left late last night. Is something wrong?” she asked with a thick British accent her eyes falling up on the uniformed police men.

“Left . . . ?” Fate asked quickly. “Left where?”

“I don’t know. The last I saw them they were leaving with bags packed and with their baby Chris in quite a bit of a hurry.” A look of horror fell upon Fate and Dayne’s face.

“Oh my god. . .” Fate gasped.

“Ma’am is there anything you can tell us about where they might have gone?” One of the officers asked with a deep frown.

“No, I’m sorry. Like I said they just got into the car and left in a rush.” The woman said with a shrug.
Jordan’s hands fisted by his sides, “Is there anything at all, you can remember, something they might have said. Do you know their cars number plate?” he asked hurriedly.

“No, I’m sorry I don’t.” She shook her head.

“They’ve taken him away?” Fate cried. “They’ve taken my baby!”

“I’m sorry, your baby?” the woman asked with wide eyes. “Chris was their adopted son, his mother abandoned him?”

“I DIDN’T ABANDON HIM!” Fate shrieked. “They took him from me.” she whimpered.

“How could this happen!” Dayne barked his eyes fixed on Kevin.

Kevin shook his head, “Any chance we can get in there. They might have left something behind for us to go with?” he asked the officer standing in front of the door. The other rushed off to put on an all ports alert to every airport and station to stop them from taking the baby out of the country.

“We’ve already issued a warrant so we can force entry if it’s necessary.” The officer told him.

“Very well, forced entry it is.” Kevin said nodding. “If they left in a hurry that means they knew we were coming. So with a bit of luck they may have forgotten something behind to us give an indication of where they’re headed.” He explained to Jordan.

(Within Temptation, Somewhere)

Fate was nestled into her boyfriend’s arms shaking almost violently. She jumped every time the officers attempted to break the door down to enter the hose her son had been living in.

A few more thumps and cracks and the door flew open giving them access. First the officers went in followed by Kevin then Isabelle and Jordan entered.

“Come on, baby.” Dayne said pulling Fate along with him into the house. They walked through the narrow hallway towards the living room where Jordan and Isabelle stood still staring straight ahead.

After a few intense seconds they turned and looked at Fate and Dayne before the stepped away from the doorway giving them full view of what they were staring at moments ago.

Fate’s eyes welled up with tears when she saw a blown up picture of her 3 month old son hanging on the pale peach coloured wall.

Pushing away from Dayne she stepped into the living room, toys were strewn about everywhere. And through her blurry vision she took in her sons face smiling at her. He still had his father’s dark blond hair and her chocolate brown eyes. The picture looked as though it had been taken professionally. Chris was only in his diaper lying on a white sheepskin rug grinning at the camera.

She took another step forward and felt something beside her foot. Her sorrow filled eyes snapped down to the ground and found a brown medium sized teddy bear lying on the floor. Fighting to keep the sob that was itching to erupt, Fate slowly perched down and dropped on her knees before picking up the soft stuffed animal which had a red heart sewn onto its paws with the message ‘My Favourite Bear’ written across it on bold white letters.

Fate’s shoulders was rising and falling with every quick agonizing breath she took. Every little bit of hope she had to hold onto vanished. She was never going to see him again. This was the second time he had been snatched away from her. She was so close to having him in her arms again, and the worst part of it all was she had felt guilty for wanting to take her son away from the couple.

Lifting the bear she pressed it to her nose taking in the scent of her son which had been embedded into the animal. The distinctive smell of a baby . . . her baby filled her senses and she shattered, her shoulders began shaking when she finally
let loose the sob that she kept at bay.

Dayne rushed over to his broken girlfriend and perched down beside her, gently taking her into his arms. “He’s gone.” She cried burying her face into his neck. “They’ve taken him away again.” Dayne’s stormy blue eyes filled with tears at the misery in voice when she said those words.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He apologised, “We’ll find him, I swear. I won’t rest until I do.” he promised tightening his hold on her.

“We’re never going to see him again.” She sobbed looking up at him with pain filled eyes. “We’ve lost him.”

Dayne shook his head, “No, no, we haven’t. Please don’t talk like that, we haven’t lost him.” Dayne said grasping her shoulders tightly while looking into her teary eyes through his own equally glassy ones. “They couldn’t have gone far, they’ll be found soon you’ll see.”

In the doorway Isabelle and Jordan watched the young lovers cry in each other’s arm. Isabelle had tears streaming down her cheeks somehow sensing her sons despair. When one of her children was hurt or unhappy her motherly instincts would kick in and she would bear the suffering with them. A mothers bond with her children was an indescribable feeling, one that no man would or could ever understand.

Jordan pulled his wife into his chest consoling her, aware it was hurting her just as much to watch her child suffer. Isabelle was benevolent like that and it only amplified his love for her. “Jordan . . .” Isabelle cried helplessly.
He tightened his strong arms around her, “I know honey. I’ll put this right, I promise.” He mumbled burying his nose into her hair.

Another police car pulled up outside with four new police officers to investigate the scene, find anything useful to work with.
A tall and rather lean man in a black cheap suit interrupted Isabelle and Jordan’s embrace. “Excuse me, Mr. Callaway?” he asked his inky blue eyes looking between husband and wife. Jordan nodded slowly letting Isabelle go and turning to face the man .

“Yes?”

He smiled sympathetically. “I’m Sergeant Greg Valentine, I’ll be handling your grandson’s case.” Jordan nodded and took his offered hand. Greg smiled at Isabelle kindly before returning his gaze to Jordan.

“Look Sergeant, my son and his girlfriend have been distraught for months waiting to find their baby. That poor girl has only held her baby in her arms once before he was taken away from her. I want my grandson found safe, as quickly as possible.” Jordan said his tone potent.

Greg nodded, “Of course Mr. Callaway we will do the best we can to ensure that happens.” Jordan shook his head grimly.

“No, your best isn’t good enough. I want that baby found. I don’t care how many officers or P.I’s you have to put on this case. I’m not going to have this drag out for months on end. I will of course pay you generously for your troubles. Anything to get that baby to his parents where he belongs, do you understand?”

Greg gaped at the man before him, he opened and closed his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Eventually when Jordan questioned him he nodded slowly.

“We’ll do everything we can.” He mumbled after a few seconds and walked off.

Jordan was scowling at Greg’s back when he felt his wife’s arms tighten around his own. He blinked and looked down at her meeting her deep blue eyes. “I think you intimidated him a little.” Isabelle said.

Jordan frowned his eyes leaving hers and looking at Dayne and Fate. She was still crying and Dayne was talking to her on a hushed tone while she nodded in return.

“Good.” He said meeting her gaze again. “I promised those kids I would find their son. And I’m going to stick by that promise by hook or by crook.” He said determinedly.

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A/n—There’s Chapter 38!

What are your thoughts? Like it? Hate it?

I was surprised how quickly this chapter was written. I had a different idea when I started writing it but I somehow changed my mind.

But don’t worry I do not plan on dragging out the Dayne/Fate/ Baby fiasco. It will all be wrapped up soon!

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