Kade One and a Half Months Later
Kade
One and a Half Months Later
I glanced in the rearview mirror. I couldn’t see my son because of the damn car seat, so I focused on the road instead. Every corner, every driver, every shadow—it all looked like a threat.
“Is it even legal to have your lights flashing when there’s no emergency?” Juliette asked, smirking.
“It’s not like I’ve got the sirens on,” I muttered, narrowing my eyes at the sedan inching toward the intersection.
They stopped.
Good choice.
Juliette snorted. “Can’t really call it an emergency when you’re driving slower than Grammy.”
She wasn’t wrong. I was barely touching the gas. But my son had just entered the world, and I was on edge. Every bump in the road felt personal. Every car too close, a deliberate act of war.
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My family were crawling all over the house by the time I parked.
Dad opened Juliette’s car door before I’d even turned the engine off.
Mom and Grammy were nearly coming to blows on the lawn, trying to reach the baby seat first.
The only sane people in the vicinity? Vera, Caleb, and Grace—lined up like the last calm before the storm, standing by the front door and wisely keeping their distance. They knew, they’d lived it through Grace.
“No one touches him without using the damn sanitiser!” I shouted, opening my door like I was launching a rescue mission.
Pandemonium broke loose.
Harsh words were said.
And Grammy?
That woman had a sailor’s mouth on her.
Goddamn.