Recap:
Sitting in the box was............
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Sitting in the box was....... a dead and wilted rose along with, what looks like, a bloodied baby's pacifier.
"Oh my god," I gasped, bringing my hand up to cover my mouth. The nausea rolling over me like waves on a beach during a tropical storm. On the bottom of the box lies another note with blood dripping down it.
"Please tell me that's not baby's blood," Luca said to himself. He picked up the note and read it. He instantly paled.
"What does it say, Luca? Give me the note," I demand. I read the note and it says,' Enjoy the time that you have with your precious twins. You won't have very long. After you give birth, you will have exactly three years until I come and take them from you. And you will be willing because if you're not, I will kill your babies right in front of you. I hope you liked my little presents. Don't worry, it's just my blood. It's not baby's blood...... yet! Enjoy Blaire, Luca, Luna, and Odette. Have fun playing house while you can. I will be back and I will take your babies.'
"Who is targeting us? Why would someone do this to us, to our babies," I cried out hugging my hand over my stomach protectively.
"I don't know, Blaire, but we do know one thing," he said triumphantly.
"What," I sniffled.
"He gave us his DNA by putting his blood on the pacifier. We can go to the police and give them everything. I can figure something out for protection," he tells me.
"Okay, well let's go right now," I say grabbing my bag and heading out to the car.
(Luca's POV)
We drive silently to the police station and the entire time, Blaire just stares out the window fuming. I swear I saw smoke come out of her ears at one point in time. When we pull up the the police station, Blaire gets out of the car and storms up to the door. She stops right before she opens them, however.
"Are you coming, or do I have to leave your sorry ass behind," she seethes without looking back at me.
"I'm right behind you," I say. Secretly (well not so secretly) I am terrified. She bursts through the front doors and all the policemen whip their heads to the where Blaire stands.
As soon as they see a heavily pregnant, furious women, they all shrink back into their chairs.
"Someone better help me right now before I go over and rip a finger off of everyone so slowly, you would wish death upon yourself," she says deathly calm. "Now! Who is going to help me?"
"Nose goes," all the cops but one shout while touching their noses.
"Awe! Guys! I thought we established that you can't do that to me anymore," the poor cop whined.
"I'm getting impatient. 3..... 2.....," she started counting down.
"Wait! I'm coming right now ma'am," the cop jumps out of his seat. I see his badge and see that his name is Babineaux (a/n: pronounces Babi-no). "Now, what seems to be the problem here Miss......."
"Slade, Blaire Slade and this is my husband Luca Slade. Please, I need help. I'm in desperate need of help and I don't know what to do," Blaire's pissed facade went away and was slowly replaced one of terror, desperation, and confusion.
"What's going on," he looks at me when she starts sobbing uncontrollably, not able to speak any longer. Instead of talking, I just hand him the letters and the box and comfort my wife. I whisper soothing words into her ear trying to calm her down.
"Oh my god, okay! Do you have any enemies? Is there a reason why anyone wants to kill you, your wife, or you unborn child," he asks.
"Children, twins. It says so in the note," I asked concerned about him not paying close attention.
"Sorry, I'm not used to saying children. I only have one child at home. I apologize. I understand that both you and your wife are very concerned about the situation. I will send home some police home with you, me included and make sure that you guys are always protected," he assures me.
"And to answer you previous question," Blaire steps in. "I have one possible suspect. The one that I suspect is Lainey. Lainey Claymore. I am almost positive that it's her. Please, check her. There is a file about her being accused of almost running over a girl with a car but she wasn't convicted. By the way, that girl was me, and she did do it on purpose. That's besides the point though. You need to keep my babies safe. That's my main priority."
"Okay. We'll have Lainey Claymore checked as soon as possible. We will also check this pacifier for fingerprints and run the blood to see if we have the blood in the system. Schuyler (a/n pronounced Skyler)! Run these for fingerprints and for DNA," officer Babineaux shouts at someone. A female runs outs of her office and grabs the things.
"I'll have these back as soon as I get word, sir," she says.
"Thanks, Angelica," he nods. Angelica, or Officer Schuyler jogs off, most likely, to give someone the pacifier. "Don't worry, Mr. And Mrs. Slade, we will protect you and your babies with our lives. Please, make sure that you always have one of my men with you," he states. Only then do I notice that he is the sherif.
"Can I have one female with me," Blaire asks. "I don't feel comfortable around so many unknown men."
"Of course," Babineaux proudly says.
Hey (insert creative name here). It's Kait. I know this is kinda short, I'm having a major problem with writers block. I am trying to write this book and then I'm writing another book as well but I'm not publishing that book until I finish writing it and I will then post a chapter once a week.
This chapter is dedicated to my amazing friend Lilo1DAF
Go check out her books. They're amazing!
Hope y'all enjoyed and as always
Stay pregnant!
P.S: Did you know that pregnant had two meanings?!?!?! I just figured this out when reading the Harry Potter series!
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