brothers have been able to do anything besides look at her through the glass of the NICU. Only parents, siblings, and grandparents are allowed in so they’re chomping at the bit to officially meet her, hold her.
The nurse comes over and has me sign about a hundred papers, then she gathers up some diapers and wipes, puts some formula in the diaper bag, and removes Harley’s identification bracelets. “All right. She’s all ready to go,” the nurse says.
I motion for Mack to bring over the car seat we brought in from the truck and put it on the floor so I can get her strapped in. Fuck, why do they have to make these things so fucking small? Don’t they know that it’s hard for men to buckle this shit?
Finally getting her strapped in with a little help from the nurse, we are ready to go. “Okay, Harley. Tell all these nice nurses goodbye,” I say, walking to the door.
“Bye, sweetie,” a few of the nurses say.
We make it almost to the door when I remember what I was going to ask before leaving. Turning around, I speak to the nurse that helped me get Harley together. “I forgot to ask the nurse when she called about the home visit with Dani and EJ today, but could we set up a time with the doctor? Cervical cancer runs in Dani’s family, her mother died a few years after having her. I’d like to make sure Dani is in the clear.”
The nurse opens her mouth to answer me, but then snaps it shut. She has a look of confusion on her face. “Home visit? We don’t do home visits. Dani was supposed to be here this morning, but she didn’t show up. We just thought it was because today was a big day, with Harley coming home and all. We can for sure set something up though to get her checked out. When you reschedule her appointment, just mention it,” she says. Her words cause ice to run through my veins.
Someone had called me to say they would come to Dani so she wouldn’t have to make the trip. Someone who I now know was lying. Fuck, I need to get home! Looking at Mack, I see that he’s thinking the same thing I am. Something’s wrong.
Handing Harley over to him, I open the door. “Call Toby. Have someone pick you and Harley up and take you to the clubhouse and send Louie to the house. Now!” I don’t wait for him to reply, I just run down the hall to the stairs and sprint down to the parking lot. I need to get to Dani and EJ.
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I stop a block away from the house and see Louie just getting off his bike. “What the fuck is going on? Toby didn’t say anything besides Dani was in trouble and to meet you here stat,” Louie asks, his face filled with anger and his body tight with tension.
“I got a call that a nurse was stopping by for a home visit, but when I picked Harley up today, they said they don’t do home visits. Something’s going on, but I have no idea what.” We make our way quickly but quietly down the block to my house.
I see a grey car parked on the side of the street in front of our house but I can’t tell whose it is. Looking in the window, I see nothing that stands out besides what looks like a brand new infant car seat in the back and the box for it sitting on the floor on the other side.
Motioning for Louie to go around one side of the house, I make my way around the other, ducking low and peeking into the windows as I go along, trying to determine who is inside with Dani and my son, but not seeing anything.
I make it to the back of the house just as Louie is rounding the other side. “See anything?” I ask him in a low voice.
“No, you?” he asks. I shake my head and walk over to the back door. Trying the knob, I thank God that it’s not locked. Any other day and I’d be pissed about this fact, but today, I’m grateful.
Quietly pushing the door open, we step inside and listen.
Hearing voices coming from the living room, we quietly make our way through the house, but stop when we hear a struggle and then a gunshot rings out. Not caring anymore about stealth, I
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