Logan's Adventures as a Single Dad-Introduction
Logan discovers daughter he never knew he had.
From:Church of Freebird
Posted At:Sunday, August 17, 2008 1:31 PM
I can't believe it. I have a daughter. I haven't spent this much time thinking about feelings since I took that bimbo to see "Terms of Endearment."
I'll never forget that day. I went to her mother's funeral with great sadness. I hadn't seen her in years, but I always admired her. She had brains, beauty, and a wit as sharp as diamonds, a rare commodity in my choice of women at the time. I'll never forget our night together- the green, strappy cleavage bearing ensemble and the ride she gave me did not match the shy little admin assistant I knew at the 2-7.
I had no idea a pregancy resulted. She never contacted me after I left the 2-7. I assumed it was the unceremonious way I left the place. I never said I didn't want kids exactly; I didn't revel in a previous girlfriend's abortion, I just didn't want to stop her.
That day at the cemetery I saw her. A little slip of a thing with the beginnings of her father's height, her mother's voluptous build, my green eyes and our mutual Irish complexion.
She approached me after the service, sad and scared, her face tentative.
"Detective Logan? I'm Harvest, her daugher."
Harvest. It figures she'd give her a hippie name. But it was pretty, I liked it.
"Thank you for coming."
"I'm only sad we had to meet this way."
"Can you stay a minute?" she said.
We walked further away from the dissipating crowd. "I don't know how to tell you this," she began. "What?" I said. "I'm your daughter".
Bomb dropped. I was too stunned to say anything.
"Mom told me in this letter, that you were Detective Mike Logan of the 2-7, and Major Case."
"What else did she say?"
"Not to be afraid of you, you were a good man who could be a hothead."
"She said that did she?" I chuckled as the kid nodded. "Did she say why she never called me?"
"I think she thought you didn't want to know." Pause.
"Well she was wrong."
The kid smiled a smile of relief.
"What are your plans?"
"I have some relatives down South."
"Geez. Do you even know them?'
"No. I know more about you."
"I tell you what. Why don't you come stay with me a few days and we'll see how it goes."
And so it began. Soon I had a reason to leave work early. I found myself rushing home to hear how her day was, what she learned in school, to see her soccer games.
The days never seemed lighter and brighter. Everyone notices, especially my partners. Megan says I practically glow when that kid is around. I've even started saving for that Corvette I used to dream of giving my kid. Imagine a man who shops at Sears only when he has to spending a 100 on sneakers?!
"What should I call you?" she said that day. "How about Mike?" I said. But that didn't last long, quickly morphing into Dad. That still sounds funny.
Got my sense of humor too. She asked if she could go with me to work for Take Your Daughter to Work Day. Sensing a ploy to get out of school, I said no.
"Gene Simmons takes his daughter everywhere!"
"Gene Simmons doesn't have a dangerous job."
"Yes he does! He's panty inspector."
I laughed and knew there was no mix up at the hospital.
It is unusual living with a woman. Bras, underwear, feminine things all mixed up in my stuff. But worth it.
I used to only worry about bringing some perp to justice. Now I look sideways at every punk I see starring at my daughter. They always seem to back off in fear. I know I have nothing to worry about. Still, she spends far too much time talking with Goren...