It had begun to snow and I was thankful that we had that bear of an SUV, easily navigating through the slippery roads as we headed for home with our precious cargo. I sat in the back seat with our son, barely ten hours old. I watched him as he slept peacefully in his car-seat, a tiny little bean, swaddled in a lion-onesie and baby blankets. I was afraid that he'd get lost in that mammoth car-seat, but I watched John as he secured Alexander in there and I knew that the wasn't going anywhere.
We pulled up to our home and I was thankful that there were no cars or buggies parked outside; the snow had come from nowhere and was a freak-storm, the Weather Channel had said. John exited from his SUV, still parked outside the house. He smiled warmly as he held out his phone, recording us getting out of the SUV, the snow falling gently on us. He led us to the front door, still recording, walking backward up the steps to the porch and then to the door. He reached back and opened the doors one at a time and continued to move inside the house, turning on lights along the way. "Welcome home, Alexander James Winston," he said warmly.
I looked into his blue and green eyes; I wasn't sure what I felt...Purson was in attendance and the man had tears streaming down his face...The entity was truly happy. I prayed that John was still in there somewhere, but prayed that he wasn't struggling to be free of the demonic presence that inhabited his body...I'd heard that it wasn't at all pleasant.
John had purchased another bassinet and had placed it in the family room where we settled in and both Chewy and Simba were curious about the little bean, as if they knew what we'd been doing. The large black German Shepherd dog, hopped up, stood on his back legs, and I swear, he had the funniest look on his face, his nose on overdrive as he sniffed at the baby while he slept peacefully. Simba had also hopped up, but he was kittenish enough to fit into the bassinet and took his time sniffing Alexander, finally settling in by his side and I realized at that moment that our son had two Nannies.
I was grateful that John had thought to bring his first swaddling blankets for them to sniff. He gave them both treats while they took turns. I had been fearful that they'd try to hurt him, but they seemed to bond to him very quickly. I noticed that Alexander was holding on to Simba's long yellow and white striped tail with an iron-fist and that the young Tomcat didn't seem to mind at all. I watched as Simba licked at the tiny fingers, causing them to grip the cat's tail tighter; Simba merely looked up at me as if to say, "really?"
John had turned on some mellow jazz and kept it low, so that he could keep an ear out for anything amiss while he heated up a light supper of chicken and corn soup that my Mam sent with us.
Then, the phone calls began to come in. John's mobile phone was being blown up and the house phone was ringing off the hook. I watched John's eyes as he glanced down at the caller ID on the telephones and ignored them.
Except for one. He sighed as he looked into my eyes. "Sorry Babe. Gotta take this one."
He peeled himself from the sofa and walked into the kitchen; he seemed blissfully happy. A few minutes later, he relayed to me that we'd be having a visitor the next afternoon and that it would simply be rude to deny him.
I realized that my heart was full of dread; I really didn't want the so-called Devil anywhere around my child...it was bad enough that I was certain that Purson had everything to do with my son even being in existence. I decided to skip supper and go to bed, taking my son upstairs with me, telling John that I should try to nurse him.
I was exhausted, but I found that I couldn't rest...my dreams were bordering on nightmares...and in every one, a child was crying. I roused myself and walked the few feet to check on him; he was wide awake, staring up into the darkness. I ran my fingertips over his little fingers, feeling the sharp little fingernails. I left him momentarily to go into the nursery to fetch the baby fingernail clippers and walked back into the bed room. I checked on him again and something inside me let on that he was hungry. So I lifted him from the bassinet and brought him back to the bed with me. Sitting on the edge as gently as I could, I lay him on the bed next to his father and removed my night gown. Edging up toward the headboard, I reached over to lift him to my breast and helped him get a good latch on. John stirred in his sleep and lifted the blankets, swung his legs over the edge and teetered toward the bathroom. I returned my attention toward my child.

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