Page 28 of My Song for You
I laughed again. “I don’t think your mom will go for that, but would you like to visit my friends’ puppy?”
Logan jumped off the couch, grabbed hold of my hand, and attempted to tug me up. “Let’s go.”
“Not now. I have to ask them first if it’s all right with them.”
The front door clicked open, and I glanced toward the hallway. Logan sat back down next to me, flipped the page, and waited for me to read the words. It was like he hadn’t even heard the door open.
A minute later, Callie entered the living room. “Hi.”
“Mommy!” Logan didn’t sign the word this time. He catapulted himself off the seat and raced over to his mom. Callie barely had time to squat before her son launched himself into her arms.
“I missed you,” she said, hugging him.
“I missed you. Did you miss Jared?”
“Of course. Did you have pizza?” There was no missing how quickly she changed the topic.
Logan nodded. She tickled his tummy, and he giggled. She smiled at him, but something was off about it.
I pushed myself off the couch. “How’s Sharon doing?”
“She has pneumonia.” Callie did her best to fix the fading smile on her face. It didn’t work. “So I have to find someone to look after you tomorrow while I work,” she said to Logan.
He pouted. “Where Mrs. Rogers going?”
“She’s not going anywhere, but she’s sick and can’t look after you for a few days.”
Logan hugged my legs. “Jared look after me and take me to see puppy.”
“Sweetie, it was nice that he helped out so I could take Mrs. Rogers to the doctor, but he has to work too.”
“Other than practicing with the band in the afternoon, I’m pretty free tomorrow. I can bring him with me. The guys won’t mind.”
Callie quickly shook her head, eyes wide. “No. That won’t work. He has preschool tomorrow morning and…and he doesn’t like listening to music. It doesn’t sound good with his implant.”
“What time does preschool start and finish?”
“Eight thirty till eleven.”
“I can drive him to preschool and pick him up.” I turned to Logan. “Have you ever felt music before?”
He looked at his mom, uncertain if he had or not.
“Maybe,” she said. “It’s hard to tell. Before he got the implant, I would play music, but I didn’t turn it up very loud. Thin walls.”
“I bet the drum and bass vibrations feel pretty cool when Mason and Kirk play their instruments,” I told him. “We can turn off your implant while the band practices and you’ll be able to feel the beat.” I could tell Callie was torn, as she bit her lip, so I added, “I mean, unless you have someone else who can look after him. But honestly, I don’t mind. What do you say, Logan? You want to hang out with me and the band tomorrow?”
“I get to see puppy?”
“I’m not sure about tomorrow, but we can ask Nolan when we see him.” That was met with an enthusiastic nod.
“Can I talk to you for a second in the kitchen?” Callie asked me. After finding a TV show for Logan to watch while we were gone, she indicated for me to join her.
“What’s up?” I asked once we were in the kitchen.
“Thank you for offering to help out, but it’s really not a good idea.”
“So you have someone else who can do it? Or can you take time off work?”
