On The Run

Chapter 22

Das p.o.v.
I finally made it to the old museum. I put the dogs vests on them. And we ran inside. They were sniffing everywhere, I ran straight to the basement.
Nothing was there besides old artifacts. I went back upstairs and stood by the window we used to look out of.
Nice view of the beach and we would watch boats come in and out. Just something peaceful to do. I noticed a yacht tied to the dock. I wonder if she's there.
I pulled out my gun and headed outside. I his behind the side of it listening. I can hear people talking. "Jones she's going into labor. What now?" Selena said.
"Ok wait for her to push it out and we take the baby and leave her here tied up to die" jones said.
Oh great perfect timing to go into labor. Right when I was about to head onto the yacht someone tackles me. Okay more like 3 people full on attack me.
They barely was able to hold me but they cuffed me and tied me to a chair. I can hear kelsea's screams.
"Let us go, she needs me and I have to be there for the birth of our child" I said. They left without saying a word. Hours of her screams filled my ears. I went crazy not being able to comfort her.
"I'm so sorry baby. I'm sorry" I said. The screams finally stopped and I heard a baby crying. I went ballistic. I had to get loose and protect them. Things got quiet and all I heard was my constant attempt to get loose. I finally got out of the ropes no problem.
But these cuffs were tricky. I got them from behind me to in front of me. I looked around to find anything to get out of these. Wait a second. I dug into my pocket and found a bobby pin. "Oh I love you for making me carry your hair stuff" I said. I picked the lock in minutes. I ran to where I heard the screams come from earlier. I opened the door and found kelsea laying there in the fetal position. She was crying.
"Baby" I said softly to her. She looked up at me and tried to get up. And almost fell. I picked her up and carried her to the inside of the museum.
The dogs licked her face. Happy to see her but whined and laid next to her with there heads on her.
"Das they took him. They took our baby boy." She cried out.
"Its a boy?" I asked. She nodded her head yes.
"I promise I'm going to find him and bring him home. Now are you hurt? Does everything feel okay did they hurt you?" I asked.
"No baby I'm okay. I'm just sore from giving birth" she said.
I checked her over. I'm not a doctor but if I see something tore or doesn't look right I'll be sure to get her to the hospital.
She looked okay. I took her to the basement where there is replica of some Chinese emperors bed or something. Its comfy.
I sat her on it and she curled into a ball. I knew she was upset and wanted her baby.
Motherly instinct is to protect the baby and they hardly ever want to leave it.
I rubbed her back soothingly trying to comfort her the best I could. I laid beside her and she snuggled into my side and practically cried herself to sleep.
I had to find them and bring our baby home to us. To her. The hunt begins tomorrow morning. Bright and early.