The Firefighters Baby

by Roberts, Alison

  ‘Breast-feeding gives a baby more protection against bugs. Some immunity gets passed on from the mother.’

  ‘There you go, then,’ Jason said triumphantly. ‘If Shelley was a halfway decent mother she would have been breast-feeding. And she certainly wouldn’t have just dumped her kid on a doorstep.’

  ‘No.’ Laura was quite happy to agree to that.

  She looked down at the exhausted infant she was holding. The dose of paracetamol administered at the clinic had worked wonders and Megan was now too sleepy to finish her bottle. She had been dozing between short bursts of sucking but now felt like such a dead weight that Laura was sure she was sound asleep.

  Hopefully, the GP was right and Megan would be in the fifty per cent of otitis media sufferers whose pain would settle in twenty-four hours without needing antibiotics. If it was any worse tomorrow they would have to take her back, otherwise her ears would be checked in a few days’ time.

  ‘Could you put her down in the bassinet, please, Jase?’

  Jason hesitated. ‘She’ll wake up if I touch her. She’ll start screaming again and my ears are only just starting to recover.’

  ‘I don’t think she will,’ Laura said confidently. ‘She’s dead to the world. Come on, it’s time you learned how to put your daughter to bed.’

  Jason looked as rebellious as a small boy about to have a dirty face wiped but then he gave that lopsided smile that touched something deep within Laura’s heart.

  ‘OK, I’ll give it a bash. But don’t blame me if she wakes up. She hates me.’

  Gingerly, Jason picked up the floppy baby and carried her to the bassinet.

  ‘Put her on her side,’ Laura advised. ‘And then tuck the sheet over her firmly enough to make sure she doesn’t roll onto her tummy.’

  Jason was arranging the baby as though handling an unexploded bomb. ‘Why can’t she sleep on her tummy?’ he asked. ‘I do it all the time.’

  Laura pushed back the image of Jason in those pyjama pants, sprawled prone on a mattress, with tousled blond hair and a stubble-roughened chin turned to one side. ‘It’s thought to be a major factor in protection against SIDS.’

  ‘SIDS?’

  ‘Sudden infant death syndrome. Used to be called cot death.’

  Jason stared at the tiny face below him as he carefully tucked in the sheet. ‘She’s not going to die, is she?’

  ‘Of course not.’ The notion that Jason was starting to care about his child caused a wash of pleasure that was unfortunately short-lived.

  ‘Wouldn’t be a good look, would it? Handing it back to its mother if it had fallen off its perch.’ Jason grinned at Laura. ‘Be a bit hard to cover up my incompetence then, wouldn’t it?’

  ‘All new parents feel incompetent,’ Laura said quietly. ‘Babies don’t come with personalised instruction manuals. We’ve had a sharper learning curve than most, what with her unexpected arrival and her being unwell, but we’re doing OK.’

  Jason simply nodded and Laura hugged the fact he hadn’t questioned their partnership as unexpected parents for Megan. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to be going on with and the silence in the room seemed to herald a peacefulness that bordered on contentment. Almost.

  ‘I am so hungry,’ Laura had to confess. ‘Did you notice we missed lunch?’

  ‘Now that you mention it.’ Jason looked at his watch and his eyes widened. ‘We’ve almost missed dinner as well. I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without food. I hadn’t even been thinking about it.’

  ‘You had other things to think about.’

  ‘Yeah. Did you see all those old fogies giving us the death glare in that waiting room?’

  Laura nodded, smiling.

  ‘You would have thought it was us making the noise, not our kid.’ Jason sounded affronted now.

  Laura nodded her agreement and the glance they shared was one of understanding. The elderly patients had forgotten or never known what it was like to care for a new baby. Laura and Jason knew.

  Our kid. Laura’s smile widened and Jason smiled right back at her.

  ‘I could kill for some of Mrs Mack’s bacon and eggs right now.’

  ‘Me, too.’

  ‘And a beer.’ Jason raised an eyebrow. ‘I s’pose you’d rather have wine or something?’

  ‘No. I like beer.’

  ‘Really?’ Jason gave Laura an assessing glance and then his smile widened. ‘Cool. I’ve got some in the fridge.’

  ‘Great.’

  ‘There’s some bacon and eggs there as well, I think. Unless Stick ate them when I wasn’t looking. Did you know I can cook?’

  ‘No. You seemed to know where all the take-away shops in the area were when you went out last night.’

  Jason’s chin lifted at the challenge. ‘Stay right where you are,’ he ordered. ‘You’re in for a treat, babe.’

  It was a treat. Crispy bacon, perfectly cooked eggs and thick slices of soft buttered bread all washed down with icy-cold lager. Megan slept on…and on. They did the dishes, sterilised bottles, made up the night feeds and sorted all the new baby purchases into tidied positions. And still Megan slept.

  ‘Do you think she’s all right?’ Jason peered into the bassinet. ‘I can’t tell if she’s even breathing.’

  ‘She’s fine,’ Laura told him. ‘She’s got a lot of sleep to catch up on.’

  ‘She’s not the only one.’ Jason flopped onto the couch beside Laura and yawned hugely. ‘Shall I put the bassinet in your room, then?’

  Laura cleared her throat. ‘I was thinking it could go in your room.’

  They eyed each other warily.

  ‘Maybe…’ Jason sounded hopeful. ‘We could leave it in here and take turns getting up?’

  ‘Megan’s not an “it”, Jason.’

  ‘I was talking about the bassinet.’

  ‘Oh…OK.’ Laura let that one pass. ‘All right. Sounds fair to me. Who’s going to get up first?’

  ‘Um.’ Jason seemed to have found something fascinating to look at on the ceiling. Laura tilted her head back as well.

  ‘Whose baby is this, Jason Halliday?’

  ‘She loves you.’

  ‘She’ll love you, too, if you give her half a chance. Feeding her will make a big difference.’

  ‘I don’t know how to feed her.’

  ‘You just hold the bottle. She’ll do the rest.’

  Jason was silent.

  ‘How ’bout we do the first night feed together?’ Laura suggested generously. ‘You can feed her and I’ll change her nappy.’

  ‘Sounds like a plan.’

  ‘Then you can do the next one by yourself.’

  ‘But…’ Jason turned his head and caught Laura’s expression at close range. ‘Oh, all right. I’ll give it a bash.’

  ‘Good for you.’

  Jason sighed heavily a moment later and Laura had to smile.

  ‘You’re finding this pretty rough, aren’t you?’

  ‘It’s a nightmare,’ Jason admitted.

  ‘So you never wanted a family, then?’

  ‘Of course I did. Do,’ Jason corrected himself. ‘I just planned on being in love with the mother of my kids. Planned on planning the kids for that matter.’ He sighed again. ‘Shelley Bates certainly wouldn’t have been on the list of potential candidates.’

  ‘You weren’t in love with her, then?’

  ‘I’ve never been in love.’

  ‘Oh, come on!’ Laura’s eyes snapped open. ‘You’re permanently in love. It’s just that the object of your affections gets updated at regular intervals.’

  ‘Of course it does. That’s because I’ve never found what I’m looking for. If I was really in love I wouldn’t have to keep looking, would I?’

  Laura’s heart skipped a beat. ‘What are you looking for, Jase?’

  ‘I wish I knew.’

  ‘Maybe you’re using the wrong search engine.’

  ‘Don’t think so. I know what I like.’

  ‘Which is?’
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  ‘Well, they have to be great-looking.’

  Laura’s snort summed up what she thought of that criterion.

  ‘Hey, it’s not just the looks I go for. I’m not that shallow. I always test out intelligence with an in-depth discussion on current world politics.’

  Laura thought of the yellow bikini-clad bimbo. ‘Really?’

  ‘No.’ Jason grinned and Laura shook her head even as she chuckled.

  ‘There you go. You are shallow.’

  ‘No, I’m not,’ Jason protested. ‘There’s more to my girlfriends than the way they look.’

  ‘Like what?’

  ‘They have to be fun to be with,’ Jason said seriously. ‘Adventurous. And at least reasonably intelligent. Maybe that’s why they never last,’ he added sadly. ‘Even the most promising ones get boring.’

  ‘What’s the longest relationship you’ve had, Jase?’

  ‘Twelve months. How ’bout you?’

  ‘I lived with someone for two years.’

  ‘Didn’t work out, then?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Got boring, huh?’

  ‘You could say that. John just wanted someone to cook and clean and devote themselves to making him happy.’

  Jason grinned. ‘Works for me.’

  Laura aimed a punch at his upper arm. ‘I was joking,’ he protested, rubbing his arm.

  ‘It’s not funny,’ Laura told him primly. ‘And I’m never going to get trapped like that again. In my book, loving someone doesn’t mean you get to control or take advantage of them.’

  Jason sat up. ‘Hey, I hope you don’t think I’m taking advantage of you. You did offer to help look after Megan, you know.’

  ‘I know,’ Laura confirmed.

  ‘Why did you?’ Jason rested his head on the back of the couch again. ‘All my other mates have done a very effective job of disappearing into the woodwork. I might just have a few words to them about that.’

  ‘Maybe I’m just a nice person,’ Laura said lightly. She yawned and closed her eyes. ‘Right now, I’m a very tired person. I haven’t had any sleep worth mentioning for rather a long time.’

  Jason could sense the moment Laura fell asleep only minutes later. Very slowly, her head tipped sideways until it was resting on his shoulder. He turned his head, intending to suggest she wake up enough to go and lie down properly, but something stopped him.

  Maybe it was the softness of her hair brushing his cheek or the fresh scent of some kind of flowery shampoo she had used. Or maybe it was just the good feeling it gave him that she trusted him enough to use his shoulder as a pillow. Or the fact that she had fallen asleep from exhaustion due to helping him with a task he’d have had no hope of managing on his own. He’d never done anything he could think of that might have inspired such a generous response on Laura’s part.

  She had been telling the truth even if it had been intended as a joke. Laura Green was a nice person.

  A very nice person indeed.

  Chapter 4

  ‘Three-ten Robbins Avenue. Three-one-zero.’

  The elastic braces on Jason’s over-trousers were still dangling as he reached for his coat and helmet.

  ‘Smoke seen to be pouring from rear of house.’ The calm voice of the dispatch officer managed to override the insistent blare of the alarm sounding through the loudspeaker system of Inglewood station. ‘Multiple calls.’

  Jason caught Stick’s gaze and grinned at the anticipation in his colleague’s face. Multiple calls to the emergency response control centre invariably meant that the job was genuine rather than a false alarm or prank call. He was feeling pretty excited himself. This was the first callout for Green Watch day shift and it had happened within minutes of arriving for work.

  After four days of the nightmare his personal life had become, this felt like the clock was being wound back. This was his real life. He could forget about Megan and Laura and even the nebulous spectre of Shelley Bates and any upcoming confrontation.

  Except that his Green Watch colleagues weren’t about to allow him any respite no matter how urgent the callout. Jason was on the back bench seat of the passenger compartment, sitting beside Stick. Cliff was navigating in the front passenger seat and Bruce was driving. Thirteen tons of fire appliance was soon gathering speed, siren on and beacons flashing. Jason pulled his braces into place and managed to shove his arms into his coat sleeves despite the limited space available to manoeuvre.

  ‘Put your safety belt on, Dad.’

  ‘Give it a rest, Stick.’ The ribbing had started well before the official shift change. Laura had taken it with good humour. In fact, Jason had the weird impression that she hadn’t even minded being addressed as ‘Mummy’. And Mrs McKendry might have pretended to be offended by Stick and Mitch deciding to call her ‘Granny M.’ but it had been quite obvious she couldn’t wait to whisk the bassinet into a quiet corner of ‘her’ kitchen.

  Jason clicked his lap belt into place just in time to prevent ending up on Stick’s lap as Bruce negotiated a sharp corner.

  ‘Unit 962—are you responding?’

  ‘Affirmative.’ Cliff looked up from his map to check that the appropriate button on the radio console had been activated. The response button was still flashing, which indicated the signal hadn’t gone through, so he pushed it again.

  ‘Person thought to be trapped. Back-up has been dispatched from Central Station. Ambos are also on their way.’

  ‘Won’t be our guys,’ Bruce said. ‘They got sent out to someone who was unconscious or something.’

  Jason looked ahead over Bruce’s shoulder as the air horn added considerably to the noise they were making. Drivers at the intersection they were entering hurriedly jammed on their brakes or pulled to the side of the road.

  ‘Take the next right and head up to the top of the hill,’ Cliff advised Bruce. ‘Then take a left into Kowhai Drive.’

  ‘I wonder who’s trapped.’ Stick said. ‘Hope it’s not another kid.’

  Too many young lives had been lost in house fires around the country recently and it was an experience all fire officers dreaded having to deal with. Dwelling on the darker side of what the job entailed was never tolerated for long, however. Especially with this particular crew.

  ‘We’ll send Jase in to look after it, if it is.’ Cliff turned to grin over his shoulder. ‘He’s the expert now.’

  ‘Amazing that he’s lasted four days.’ Bruce had to shout to be heard as he leaned on the horn at another intersection. ‘Have you learned how to change a nappy yet, mate?’

  ‘He’s bloody lucky he’s got Laura there to help.’

  ‘Yeah. Good old Laura. You wouldn’t think it to look at her but she’s a bit of a star, isn’t she?’

  ‘She probably wouldn’t look half bad either if she lost a bit of weight.’

  ‘She’s not fat.’ Jason was stung out of trying to ignore the conversation.

  ‘She’s not exactly skinny,’ Stick declared.

  Cliff was grinning again. ‘I like a few curves,’ he said. ‘Makes them a bit more cuddly, doesn’t it, Jase?’

  ‘I wouldn’t know.’

  ‘Pull the other one! You’ve had a female alone in the house with you for four days and you haven’t tried it on?’

  ‘Of course not.’ Jason was more than affronted this time. ‘This is Laura we’re talking about.’

  The nods of the surrounding men signalled an end to that ridiculous line of discussion, and perversely Jason felt irritated at their ready agreement. He might not find her physically attractive himself but what was so wrong with Laura? She was a nice person. She deserved to be judged on something other than her appearance.

  ‘Babies have that effect on any relationship anyway,’ Cliff told his mates. ‘I remember it only too well. In fact, things were never the same in that department after the first one came along. Liz was always “too tired”.’

  ‘I’m not having a relationship with Laura.’ Jason felt obliged to spell it out. ‘Sh
e’s just helping me out, which is more than you lot have done.’

  ‘We don’t fancy you, mate.’ The shout of laughter Stick’s comment generated was loudly appreciative.

  ‘Neither does Laura, so give it a rest, for God’s sake. How close are we now, Cliff?’

  Bruce had to slow the truck to take the turn into Kowhai Drive. Then he put his foot down for a long, straight stretch.

  ‘Have you heard from the kid’s mother yet?’

  ‘Nah.’ Jason shook his head. ‘Not a peep.’

  ‘Maybe she’s done a runner.’

  ‘She won’t get far. I rang a buddy in the police department and he made a few enquiries off the record. I’ll get notified if she’s trying to leave the country.’

  ‘Maybe she’s left already.’

  Jason shook his head again. ‘We checked. She arrived in Auckland five days ago from London.’

  ‘The kid actually looked quite happy when you arrived this morning, Jase.’ Stick elbowed his colleague. ‘Have you got it on drugs or something?’

  Bruce shot a quick glance into the back seat. ‘Maybe it knows Granny M. is going to be in charge of it today.’

  Referring to a child as an ‘it’ was really quite annoying, Jason decided. But hadn’t he been doing that himself until rather recently?

  ‘Robbins Avenue is the next on the right,’ Cliff informed Bruce.

  ‘I can smell smoke,’ Stick called.

  He and Jason both unclipped their safety belts and slipped their arms through the straps that would hold the tanks of air on their backs.

  ‘And thar she blows.’ They could all see the billowing cloud of smoke as they turned the next corner.

  Jason put his breathing apparatus mask over his face, adjusted the straps and then pulled his helmet forward and lowered the visor. By the time he and Stick dismounted from the step on the side of the fire truck they were ready to unroll a hose and move towards whatever area their officer, Cliff, deemed the most effective place to start containing this house fire.

  A small crowd of people had gathered on the footpath, many still wearing nightwear and dressing-gowns. A distraught-looking woman holding a baby, with an older child clinging to her legs and crying with terror, was the focus of attention. A man with a garden hose could be seen making a futile effort to control flames licking through the top of a bay window towards the iron roof of the old weatherboard house.