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I wait near you until the police arrive, and we meet them downstairs. They inspect the door for fingerprints and look in the clubroom as well. One of the detectives speaks with me, while the other one, much older eyes you up and down while you hold Reece Minor.

"You said you were in the house at the time?" You over hear the detective ask me.

"Yeah, I think it was when we were upstairs."

"You didn't hear anything?"

"No."

"What were you doing at the time?"

My hand goes to the back of my neck. "We uh, well....we were in bed," I say. The officer that has been looking at you smiles your way and gives a tiny, slight, lusty moan, which I don't hear but you do.

I finish the interview and as the detectives leave, you hear the older officer once again, under his breath. "I'd fuck you all day too," he says to himself, perhaps hoping you would hear.
 
I shiver and usher the officers out the door and shut it and lock it and put the deadbolt on. I look at you. "I wish that one could've kept his smart comments to himself," I growl.
 
"The one detective. He told me that he'd fuck me all day too," I say with a note of derision. "The older one, not the young one. The young one at least had the decency to not eye me up like a piece of meat."
 
"My thought exactly," I say, carrying my now sleeping son up the stairs, singing softly to him as I do so, and lay him in the bassinet. I stay up there, watching my son sleep.
 
"Whoever took our stuff has our keys. I think we need to go to Don and Stacie's until we can get a locksmith here tomorrow."
 
"Right, okay," I say, my breathing slightly heavy. I felt dizzy, so I move and sit down on the bed, trying to control my breathing and relax.
 
"Baby, it's okay. Nobody is going to hurt us. Remember? I promised you that?" I rub your back lightly. "And Junior over there is like Chuck Norris."
 
"Yeah, I know." I say. I finish packing and put Mr. Reece in his carrier and find our extra keys. "We need to take both cars, babe. You want the midget to go with you or me?"
 
"Just. . . give me a little bit," I whisper. "My head's reeling and spinning, I'm scared, I need to calm down before I do something to hurt myself. . . "
 
I nod and wrap my arms around you and close my eyes slightly, getting my breath down to normal. "I know, love, I know. . ."
 
"Yeah, let's, the kid's with me," I say softly. I want to try to not act like I'm scared and everything, and I get several things the baby will need and get him safely tucked into my car. "I'll meet you there, I love you," I tell you.
 
"No. No way," I say, opening your door. "Out of the question. You're not a bother." I reach in and grab your keys. "Come on, baby. Get Mr. Tiny."
 
"Give me my keys!" I nearly sob, my emotions frayed right now. I know you're right though, so I grab our son, my head bowed, trying not to cry, and put him in your car and I climb in after giving him his pacifier and strapping him.
 
I rub your shoulder as I start the car. "Baby, thank you." I kiss your cheek. "I won't let anything happen to either of you and I just couldn't let you drive, ok?"
 
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