'It's a boy. I thought you might want to know that.'
Mac was standing behind Pat and Jambo was not sure what they expected from him so he just sat there and smiled gently as he always did.
'She OK, your mother?'
Pat nodded. He was looking at the man intently and he understood his mother's attraction to him. Jambo had a quietness about him that she must have found so refreshing after the other men in her life.
'Yeah. You know her, takes everything in her stride.'
Jambo sipped his drink. 'Not everything, boy, she feels a lot more than she lets on, you know.'
Patrick didn't answer him. He didn't know what to say. Now he was here, he felt as if he was intruding on his mother's private life. She didn't have much of her own, much that wasn't about the kids or the family. Or the problems she had to deal with, and this man was her little bit of downtime, her escape from everything.
Pat had asked around about Jambo and knew his rep. Even though he wasn't the man he would have chosen for her, he hadn't heard anything detrimental about him.
'How big is the baby? She named it yet?' Jambo was surprised to find that he was genuinely interested.
'Eight pound and no name as yet.'
Mackie was watching them closely and he decided they needed another drink. When he brought them back to the table he was not surprised to see the men chatting away together. He knew Jambo and he was all right. He liked his own company and women found him attractive; he was handsome in a masculine way. His skin was well-toned, not too dark, and he had the easy-going way that womanisers develop at an early age. But one thing in his favour was that he never promised anything he couldn't deliver.
Similar thoughts were going through Patrick's mind as he chatted with the man who had fathered the latest addition to his family. Jambo smiled at him and Patrick saw Lil's attraction to him. When he smiled, he looked like he had the world in his pocket.
'A boy, eh? But she's good, yeah? She is all right really, Lil?' He was genuinely concerned, both for Lil and the baby.
'She's fine. Why don't you come and see them? We can run you to the hospital. They took them in, just to be on the safe side, you know. She had it in the kitchen and gave my little sister a fright, I can tell you.'
It wasn't a threat. Jambo knew that if he didn't want to go, no one was going to force him. But suddenly he wanted to go. He wanted to see this son of his. In fact, he felt proud and excited about him. If he was anything like this young man, he was going to be worth knowing. He liked Pat, he remembered him as a child and knew his father much better than any of them realised. It was how he had become friends with Lil in the first place.
'Eustace, why you not getting another drink, boy?'
Mac grinned. No one called him Eustace, most people didn't even realise it was his name.
'Wet the baby's head, yeah?'
Pat walked back to the bar again and wondered what it would be like to have a new brother at his age.
Lance was holding the baby and Lil watched him with a tired resignation. He seemed to be overwhelmed with the night's events. But then men always were, they were there at the conception and rarely there for the birth. Women, after the first baby, just got on with it. The miracle of life was actually just a fucking painful few hours when you came right down to it. The baby was the end result and that was all women were interested in.
For the first time in years, she was with Lance and they were alone and she didn't have the heart to push him away, or the inclination. She was shattered.
Pat was over the moon. He was a good kid, they were all good kids. As she thought that, she glanced up at Lance and she still didn't feel she could include him in that statement.
'Give me the baby, will you?'
Lance smiled as he placed the bundle into her arms.
'He's a real bruiser, Mum. A real brahma.'
Lil nodded. She wished her mother would come back from the canteen so she didn't have to make conversation with this huge man, a man who made her feel uneasy and inadequate.
The baby was looking up at her and she smiled with the pleasure of looking at him. He was handsome, and not just Mum handsome; she knew he would break some hearts before he was much older.
He started to cry, the high-pitched mewling of a new baby, the sound that she would hear through a hurricane and know it was her child. The crying caused the hormones to rampage through her tired body. She kissed him gently, smelling his newness and breathing in his very essence and enjoying his first few hours outside the womb. Already she felt like he had been there always, she felt as if she had never been without him and wondered how she could ever have coped without him. He was her baby, her last child, her redeemer.
Lance watched them together and the jealousy rose up inside him like a tidal wave. His mother had never looked at him like that. He knew she had never wanted him like she had wanted the others, that was clear to him. Watching her with the boy he felt the sheer loneliness of his life wash over him.
'I'd better get back to Kathleen. At least this has cheered her up a bit.'
Lil nodded again. She felt all she ever did with Lance was make head movements or gestures, anything rather than talk to him for any length of time.
Kathleen had watched the birth with all the others and she had burst into tears; she was really affected by the power of it all. The little ones had been beside themselves with excitement. Even Shamus couldn't hide his pride at his new brother, though it wasn't cool to admit it. And she was so proud of them all, especially Eileen, bless her, who had more or less delivered her new brother.
The baby was mewling once more and, as Lil looked down at him, she knew the name she wanted. Looking at Lance, she said happily, 'Shawn, his name is Shawn.'
As she said that she saw Jambo walking towards her and she placed the boy into his arms without a word being spoken.
Patrick and Mackie were both laughing and cooing over the baby, and Lil felt happier than she had in years.
'It's Shawn. I've named him Shawn.'
Jambo looked down at his son and felt a rush of love and protection. This boy was his flesh and blood.
Sitting on the bed beside Lil, he said happily, 'You did good, Lil. You did really good.'
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Shawn was a big child and he was also a happy child, everyone in his orbit doted on him. Even Kathleen, who had finally been diagnosed as schizophrenic, enjoyed his company. In fact, he seemed to cheer her up and made her forget her voices for a few moments. It was hard dealing with her condition but with the help of drugs she kept it pretty much under control. Other than her occasionally outlandish thoughts on the world in general, she was much better than she had been for a long time.
It made life easier for everyone when she was happy; everyone in the house felt her depression when it descended on her. In fact, it affected them all in different ways, even little Shawn felt the difference; he was quieter somehow, more clingy.
Annie was enamoured of the boy and that was the most amazing thing as far as Lil was concerned. Lil knew her mother had a streak of racism running through her, as her husband had. The fact that Annie had not said a word was, to Lil, the most amazing thing of all. Shawn was not really black as such but he was dark enough so there would be no question of his parentage. His eyes alone were to die for, huge brown orbs, surrounded by long, silky black lashes. The girls were jealous of them, as they were of his coffee-coloured skin and his soft musical voice. Shawn was adored, and he knew it.
A friendly child by nature, he seemed to attract people wherever he went. And Lil and the others couldn't imagine their lives without him in it. Even Patrick took him out in the car with him and Shawn loved it. He loved cars and he loved his big brothers. Colleen and Christy took him to the park, Shamus taught him to swear and Eileen and Kathleen fought over who was going to put him to bed.