I bought us a house with a white picket fence, walking distance from Eve and Blade.
“David, I think that’s your phone.”
Charlie lifts herself off me as our bedroom comes into focus and yes, there it is—the annoying sound of my phone. We live so that our bedroom faces our backyard, which is nothing but green grass and flowers. The French doors allow the morning light to flood in.
I kiss her lips as her phone starts going off as well. A slither of dread comes over me. It can’t be past 6:00 a.m. Nothing good comes from phone calls at 6:00 a.m.
Charlie’s eyes are huge as she blinks at me.
“Relax.” I reach over and grab my phone and look at the missed call.
My eyes meet hers as it starts to ring again.
Her breathing is shallow as I bring the phone to my ear. “Hello.”
“Jesus Christ,” Blade snarls loudly. My hand goes to Charlie’s stomach as I feel the strong kick from our baby.
“What’s wrong?” I grind out.
“We’re at the hospital. Dolly stabbed Edge.”