Many days had passed since Chase had arrived at his doorstep. Logan had set up the bed in the spare room for Chase. The two of them had been able to get Logan's hired work done twice as fast. When it came to working in the tavern, Chase entertained the guests so that they stayed longer and drank more, and left better tips.
The infant slept in Logan's room. Logan often stayed up late, unable to sleep. It was on those nights he would stare at his nephew. Even when closed, Logan always thought of his eyes. Aquamarine, like the crystal clear water over a reef. He had his mother's eyes; Logan's sister's. Logan couldn't help but recall when his father had brought baby Madison to Logan when he was young. It was like those same eyes had come out of his memories and reappeared on the boy. He had bleach-blonde hair all of his own, soft as velvet. Chase said he was nearly two. Soon he would be talking. Logan couldn't help but wonder what he would say.
It was after another sleepless night that Logan came to the kitchen early and cooked breakfast. Chase was soon awake and downstairs, loured by the tantalizing aromas. He had brought the boy down with him. He saw Logan with his aquamarine eyes and babbled something incomprehensibly.
"He should be able to walk soon," Chase mused as he waited with his son in his lap for breakfast. "We would practice sometimes as we traveled."
"I decided what to name him," Logan said unexpectedly. "He will be called Connor."
The boy gurgled happily.
"It fits him," Chase said as he bounced the newly dubbed Connor on his knee.
"When will you be taking the news to my sister?" he asked, as he took the oatmeal off the stove.
Chase stroked his beard. He had liked his scruffy looks and had let it grow out. "I say in a few days time. Need to map out the journey and give sailors enough time to be persuaded into my budget."
Logan nodded as Chase served himself, taking Connor off his lap. "Alright. I have a letter to my sister, telling her everything. I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell her anything; just let her read the letter."
Chase chuckled as he stirred honey into his oatmeal. "Of course, mate!"
Logan smiled and sat down. "Thanks."
"Obviously, I'll come back and visit after that. Traveling back to Albion and then all the way out here again will give me enough traveling to stay here a while. Maybe work at the tavern with you, make sure Connor grows up well."
Logan watched Connor as the little boy grasped around Logan's figure with his small, pudgy hands. "I would quite like that."