The ribbon cutting ceremony for Salvador's Deli went smoothly for the new mayor. Despite the mustachioed owner's strange penchants for hanging melted clocks on the wall, the meat was sliced to perfection and the mayor devoured a delicious bologna, ham and pepperoni sub with extra relish. ("Because," the mayor said, "I will be sure to 'relish' this occasion.")

The mayor gave the owner a fake key to the city and the crowd outside applauded. The mayor did notice a couple of strange individuals in the crowd wearing red, yellow and blue hooded robes, but Ivor attributed it to the fact they were in a 'hood' downtown.

An hour later, he departed and headed uptown for the baby kissing ceremony. That is where things grew unusual for the mayor. In uptown Business Park, many of the richer residents who had recently had children, carried their infants wrapped in towels and waited eagerly for a ceremony the mayor could only attribute as 'completely bizarre'. Looking at the long line of eager mothers waiting for a complete stranger in politics to smooch their babies, the mayor shook his head.

"Sorry ladies," he said with a humble bow. "I may be the best mayor you ever had, but this is a weird tradition. And I may come from a long line of weirdos, but this is just weird to the tenth power. So instead, I will just bestow a best wishes to each of your snot potatoes!"

The upper class mothers all looked at each other and some of them applauded. (Others swooned, much to the dismay of their husbands.)

"You're right," they said to the handsome grinning mayor. "We'd prefer that instead."

So, Ivor Ebony wished each baby a thoughtful and productive life with extra relish on all of their sandwiches. (He said the 'relish the occasion' joke again due to the fact that he had to cut the budget on his punnage.)

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With an army of awestruck moms behind him, the mayor was about to walk off when a strong arm grabbed him and turned him around.

"Yowza!" he exclaimed at the muscular mom-age woman clad a navy blue police outfit. "We got a muscle mommy here! Where is your baby?"

There was a look of hurt in the woman's eyes despite a face so strong it could shatter stone. She brushed the bangs of her short, brunette mom-do out of her eyes and got a good look at Ivor Ebony.

Ivor admittedly wasn't as taken aback by this woman's brutality as he should have been. She looked rough on the outside, but there was something strangely tender about her expression.

"You're Chief…Rita…O'Law," Ivor squawked awkwardly. "I presume?"

At last, the chief spoke, her voice deep and husky. "Raven…is that you?"

"Oh nonononono!" the mayor exclaimed. "Not another one of ya. This Raven fellow you and that attorney girl are talking about. He ain't me. Like the bird he is, he probably flew the coop!"

The chief took a finger and aimed to brush Ivor's cheek bone. Ivor immediately flinched. "Hey now! You're supposed to be detaining me, Mama Cop, not the other way around!"

The chief drew her hand back and scratched the back of her head. "I've always been told I was thick. Thick and blunt for a woman. But I know the face of the man I once had a thing with. It was so long ago…but you bring it all right back."

"Bring what back?" Ivor squawked angrily. "I have half a mind to fire you for all this hearsay and I…"

The chief reached a finger into the pocket on his police vest and removed a photo. When Ivor saw it, he nearly fell back and fainted.

"W-who…is that?!" He demanded. His eyes nearly bugged when he saw the child in the picture frame.

It was a beautiful tan little girl with bushy black hair in a pair of pigtails and a strong face that matched the chief perfectly. Ivor immediately recognized the hair sans the pigtails, but he still reached into his own thick curly locks. The man trembled. It wasn't just the strong face or the thick hair. The child had eyes that were a perfect imitation of his own.

"Her eyes…" Ivor said softly.

"Those eyes," the chief answered. "Don't lie. She is your daughter. Our daughter. Cynthia Lockwood O'Law."