Текст книги "The Story of Me "

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It’s almost lunch time when I finally get a call that shows his name on the screen. “Kitten, I’m so sorry. I had a meeting with the doctor and a nurse. She’s stitched me right up. I had to get the fuck out of there for a bit, so I took the baby for a walk. I put the phone in the pram, but she took it out and hid it. I found out how she did it. I know how she got pregnant.”

I struggle to breathe. I’ve been worried sick, not only about the tests, but for his baby, and he’s been out walking in the sun. With her. With his family.

“Kitten…” I can’t do this. It’s not going to work. I can’t share him. I’m fundamentally a selfish person and I can’t share him. If it was just the baby, it would be fine, but it’s her. I can’t lie to him or myself and pretend that I’m okay with him spending time with her, because I’m not and it would just eat me alive. I would end up as bitter and twisted as she is and I’ve got two babies of my own to worry about now and I don’t want to be that person.

Lennon takes the phone from my hand and I realise that I’m standing in the middle of his office with tears running down my face.

“See you, you piss taking cunt? You best stay the fuck away from me. After everything you put her through over the weekend, you then don’t even bother to pick up your phone today.”

I listen as my quiet brother, the mild-mannered, diplomatic one, loses his shit with Cam.

“No, you listen to me, and you listen fucking good. She’s been worried sick all morning. She fucking passed out on my kitchen floor earlier because she got herself in such a state. Ya know what, King, you don’t deserve her and you don’t deserve them kids. Now get Benny to come and pick her up. I’m sending her home.”

He ends the call and passes the phone back to me. “I’m sorry, George, but I fucking hate seeing you like this. He should’ve been with you today. After everything you’ve been through, he should’ve been with you.”

I sit down at my desk and wait for Ben to arrive without saying another word. Luckily, Marley is out of the office; otherwise, I’m sure he would also have something to say.

I look up as I hear Lisa, Lennon’s receptionist, shouting twenty minutes later. Len ends the call that he’s on and gets up from his desk.

“Wait here,” he orders. Really? Does he not know me better than that? I follow him out.

Cam is making his way around the entire floor, opening office doors and calling my name. He sees me as he backs out of the office next to Len’s.

“Kitten, I’m so fucking sorry. She set me up. She fucking set me up and I fell for...”

Len hits him so hard, I see stars. He turns around to me and says, while shaking his hand, “Get him the fuck out before Marley gets back and does some real damage.”

He walks past me into his office, and I’m amazed Cam is still standing, and once again wiping blood from his lip.

“I deserved that,” he says quietly, his eyes locked on mine.

“Yes, you did,” I reply. “Wait there while I fetch my bag.”

* * *

We drive the ten minutes it takes to get to the apartment in silence. I want to be calm and I want to be reasonable when I hear what he has to say. That’s the plan anyway.

We stand in opposite corners of the lift on the ride up and I let him take my hand in his while we take the ten or so steps to the apartment door. There are four apartments on the top floor, one in each corner. Each of them a penthouse with a roof terrace.

As soon as we step inside and the door closes he pulls me to him.

“It was the wrong thing to do. You needed me. I should’ve been with you. Come in here and sit down. I need to tell you what happened.”

I follow him to the kitchen and sit on a stool. I watch him as he pulls a bottle of wine and a beer from the fridge. He pours wine into a glass and sets it in front of me. His eyes haven’t met mine since we left Len’s office, and I have this horrible panicky feeling in the pit of my belly and my chest for some reason. I don’t know if it’s being caused by the fact that I’m trying so hard to remain calm or because I’m expecting him to tell me something I don’t want to hear.

He drinks his beer, draining the bottle in a few swallows, then reaches up into the cupboard where he keeps his bourbon and pours himself one of those into a whisky tumbler over some ice.

He leans back against the sink, crosses one leg in front of the other and finally looks at me.

“The baby was absolutely fine when I got there this morning. The doctor had just seen him and he was fine, temperature normal. Then he asked if he could speak to me on my own.” He takes a swallow of his drink, the ice clinking as he tilts the glass. “Have you eaten, Kitten? You look terrible. You’ve got no colour in your cheeks.”

I give a small laugh and wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling cold. It’s a warm June day outside and the air con has clicked on in the apartment.

“Just tell me what you have to tell me, Cam.” He frowns as he looks at me. He really has no idea how much I’m hurting right now. He rakes his hand through his hair, then over his beard. It’s something he does when he’s stressed or trying to think.

“You’ve every right to be angry, but please believe me when I tell you I’m sorry. I should’ve been with you today. You should’ve been my priority.”

I shake my head. “No, Cam, Harry should’ve been your priority. You were worried. I totally get that and do not have a problem with you being with your son. What hurts is you spending time with her, not being available when I called you because you were out walking in the sun with her.”

He frowns and shakes his head. “I wasn’t out walking with her, I took the baby out for a walk to get away from her.” He moves towards me and leans forward on the other side of the kitchen bench. “I didn’t tell you this because I didn’t know how you’d feel about it, but I asked the nurse who looks after the baby if she could find out how Tamara got pregnant. Whatever you might believe, I have never had unprotected sex with her and it’s frustrated the fuck out of me trying to work out how it happened.”

“And did you?” I asked, wondering where this is going.

He nods. “When I had to go in the wank room at the fertility clinic, I asked them how long sperm usually live for once you shoot your bolt.” I raise my eyebrows at this.

“And?”

“Inside a woman, three to five days, out in the open, a couple of hours.”

“Right… And?”

“Well, then the nurse, you know, Wendy, the funny one? She tells me a story about how her mate got pregnant on purpose by using a syringe to suck spunk out of a condom her boyfriend had left in the bathroom bin and injecting it up into herself.”

I suddenly feel hot and my heart begins to race. I know my mouth is hanging open as I shake my head. “She didn’t... I mean, where did you… What did you do with the condom the last time… It was in Ibiza wasn’t it?”

He nods. “Yeah, the thieving fucker robbed me, took my wallet and my watch. And, it turns out, she took the fucking condom with her, too.” I close my eyes for a few seconds while I try and push the horrible anger down inside me. God, I want to punch that bitch’s face in right now. “And it wasn’t the first time. Wendy, the nurse, has become really pally with her the last few weeks. I did a bit of research, found out she was a bit behind on her mortgage and needed a new car so I helped her out on that score. Just a little bit.”

“You bribed the nurse?” Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“No,” he stands up straight, “I just sort of persuaded her.”

“With a new car and some cash to pay off her debts?”

“No,” he replies indignantly, “I got her a better car than she had but it wasn’t new, and I didn’t give her any cash. I paid what she owed on her mortgage straight into her mortgage account.”

“Cam, it’s the same thing. At the end of the day, you bribed her.” He lets out a long sigh.

“This is exactly the reason I didn’t tell you. Considering who your dad is, you’re so straight sometimes, Kitten.”

I shake my head at him. “What if she’d gone to her boss? You could’ve lost custody of Harry? You have to think about that kind of thing now, Cam. You have to be a little bit more responsible.”

His face falls and his mouth hangs open as he struggles for a reply. “I didn’t even think of that.”

“Yeah, well, not thinking is what you seem to do best lately.” He tilts his head slightly while he considers my reply, and then as he usually does when he’s wrong and I’m right, he ignores my comment.

“Anyway, Tamara told her that she had been trying to get pregnant for years. Every time I threw a condom in the bin, she would go into the bathroom and either take it with her or cut the end off, turn it inside out and push it up inside herself. She succeeded once before, but miscarried just a few weeks later.” I’m stunned. I just keep shaking my head, unable to think of anything to say until a thought pops into my head.

“So your spunks not so super then? If it took her all that time to get pregnant.” He rolls his eyes like a teenage girl.

“Kitten, there’s fuck all wrong with my spunk. She didn’t get pregnant because she’s an anorexic junky. She’d been off the gear for a while when she finally got pregnant with Harry; that’s why it worked.” I was still shaking my head.

“So what happened then, this morning. Did you confront her?”

He shakes his head. “Not yet. I took Harry for a walk to calm myself down and to call you, but then I realised I’d left my phone behind, except I hadn’t, that scheming bitch had taken it and hid it; that’s why I was so late calling you.” He’s quiet for a few seconds. “I need to tell you, I want to go for full custody of Harry.”

“Cam, you can’t take her baby away from her. She loves him. She’d be devastated.” I don’t like the woman and she is a complete psycho, but I would never be so cruel as to take her baby away from her. I know what it’s like to have that and then to have it all taken away.

“When she finds out I know what she did, she’s gonna flip, and I don’t trust her around the baby. They’re talking about letting her out the weekend that we have him here, or maybe even sooner.”

I shrug. “Well, if she’s clean and all her results are coming back clear… I don’t like her, Cam, but you can’t take her baby away from her for no reason, and you can’t keep her locked up.” I can see a nerve twitch in his jaw and I know he’s pissed off with my reply, but unless Harry’s in danger, I can’t justify what he plans to do.

“You just don’t want him living with us.” Wow, did he really just say that?

“D’ya know what? Fuck you. I’ve sat here, listening to all your shit, about your day and you haven’t once asked about mine. You haven’t once asked what happened this morning. Len told you I passed out and yet you haven’t once asked how I am. You don’t give a shit about anything or anyone other than you, her and the baby right now. So I tell ya what, you go to court and get custody of your kid and you go and live wherever the fuck you like and leave me out of it.”

I slide off the stool and start heading for the door, then I remember that I’ve got no car here.

“Where the fuck you going?” he shouts after me. I keep walking, but I have nowhere to go and no way of getting there so I turn back around and march up to where he still stands in the kitchen.

“Away from you. Have a little think about what you just said to me. I’ve lost two babies, Cam, two. One before it was the size of a pea and one that was perfect. I bathed him. I dressed him and I held him in my arms, wrapped in a blanket and then I watched as he was put into a coffin lying on his daddy’s chest. Exactly how I’d imagined they would fall asleep together, so don’t you dare, ever, tell me, that I wouldn’t welcome your child into our home. I’ve supported every choice you’ve made where Harry is concerned. Tamara might be the worst kind of human being, but until she proves she’s an unfit mother, I cannot support you in taking her baby away from her.”

His arms are spread wide as he leans on the bench, his head bowed down. The only sound is the hum of the air con and my heavy breathing. He slowly looks up at me.

“I’ve lost a child, too. He was perfect and I buried him with his mum, and I’m so scared, Kitten. I’m so scared that she’ll do something to get back at me, for being with you. I just want my child to be safe.” We stand and stare at each other in silence for a few long minutes before he says, “Come here. I need to breathe you in. Today’s been totally fucked, all I’ve wanted is to be with you, and now that I am, all we’ve done is fight. I hate fighting with you. Come here, please.” He holds out his hand and I step towards him, but just out of his reach. He gestures with his fingers for me to come closer. I don’t move. “Don’t defy me, Kitten. Just come here and let me love you.”

I swallow, but that big, ugly ball of emotion wedges somewhere between my throat and my chest. He opens his arms and I lose the will not to be close to him. I’m still angry but I just need him to hold me. I keep my arms at my sides and he wraps his arms across my back and kisses my hair, my temple and my ear.

“Tell me what happened. Why’d you pass out and how many babies are we having?”

His big hands cup my face and he tilts it so I’m looking up at him.

“Who says we’re pregnant?”

“Kitten, your sexy eggs have been mixed with my super sperm. Of course we’re pregnant.” I manage a smile. “So, who’s pregnant?” he asks.

“Both of them,” I reply.

He tilts his head as he pulls it back to get a better look at me. “Seriously?”

I nod. “I wouldn’t lie to you about something like that, Cam.”

His eyes are shining with unshed tears. “No, you wouldn’t, would you, Kitten.” He brings his mouth gently down to mine and kisses me very softly. “I love you and I’m so sorry for all the shit I’ve brought your way the last few days. I swear, I will find a way to make it better. I swear, I will make you happy. Three babies, Kitten, we had none and just like that, we’re gonna end up with three.”

I want to be confident that everything will be just fine, that we will end up with another two babies, but this is my life. Nothing about my life has gone the way I planned. Until I had two healthy babies in my arms, I would face each day with caution and trepidation. Jim and Ash were right when they decided to keep the information they gave me about the IVF process to a minimum. I do have a tendency to stress and have a meltdown over the slightest thing. And as much as I want to enjoy these next nine months as I watch my babies grow and develop inside my two best friends’ bellies, I know full well that I’m going to be terrified too.

* * *

Cam and I drive back to Essex and our new home, and this time, there’s not a journalist in sight. We shower and curl up in bed together. I feel exhausted, mentally and physically drained. I’m looking forward to the memorial events for Sean this weekend, but at the same time, I can’t wait for them to be over.

As if reading my mind, Cam says into the back of my head as we spoon, “Do you want to go to the cemetery at the weekend?” It’s Sean’s birthday Saturday. That’s why I picked this weekend for the concerts.

I shake my head. “No, I don’t go to the cemetery.” He’s quiet for a few seconds.

“Why’s that, Kitten?”

I shrug and turn around to face him. “It doesn’t bring me any comfort. Sean’s not there. It’s the last place he would be. If I need to feel close to him, I play one of his songs or I just talk to him.”

“And do you need to?” I shrug.

“Sometimes. With the acts and the events for the weekend, I’ve needed his advice.” He lets out a sigh and I know he’s disappointed that I’ve said that. “Don’t sigh like that. You’re being stupid. You have nothing to be jealous about. I’m not having this conversation with you again. You spend time with Tamara. I’m the only one who gets to be jealous.” His hips are pressed into mine and I feel him start to get hard. It doesn’t take much to get Cam going.

“Are you jealous then, of Tamara?” I nod.

“You know full well that I am. I can’t do it, Cam. I’ll end up as bitter and twisted as she is if you keep spending time with her. Spend all the time you like with Harry, but not with her.”

He kisses my forehead. “Just another couple of weeks, Kitten. The baby will be with us every other weekend and she won’t be around to spoil it.”

“So you’re not going to apply for full custody?”

“I’m still not decided. I understand where you’re coming from, but Harry’s safety is my number one priority, over and above any rights she may have as his mother.”

I let out a long breath. “I understand and respect that. It’s a hard call.” Now I’ve calmed down, I can see why he’s concerned. Even off the drugs, Tamara is vindictive and unpredictable, and he’s probably right not to trust her with his son, especially when she finds out about our babies.

“How you feeling? What was the passing out all about? You didn’t answer me when I asked you earlier.”

I give a small shrug. “I just got myself in a state. I was worrying about the results and my legs just went from under me.”

“You feel okay now?”

“I feel fine now. Just really tired.”

“Too tired to fuck?”

“Yep.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Can I fuck ya anyway?”

“Of course you can.”

Chapter Thirty

I walk out of the television studio on London’s South Bank and see Scott waiting for me. He’s leaning against the black Land Rover with a coffee in each hand.

It’s only ten in the morning. I’ve been here since six being interviewed on breakfast television about this weekend’s events for Sean’s memorial.

I’ve done interviews every day this week, and Marley has been with me for all the others, deflecting anything too personal. I’d made it clear to the TV and radio stations that the interviews were to be focused on the event and the charity, not on me, how I was doing or my relationship with Cam. I hadn’t given a single interview since Sean’s death, so I knew there would be a few arsehole journalists who would try and push the parameters that had been set, but most had been respectful.

The interview I had just done was a little different though. One of the charities the event would be supporting was involved in helping couples conceive if they couldn’t get IVF on the health service. During my research about IVF and surrogacy, I had found there were couples out there who, for various reasons, didn’t meet the health service requirements or had used up the three attempts you were offered and still hadn’t fallen pregnant. Some of these couples had gone on to sell their cars, homes and any other assets they had to try and have a baby. These were the people I wanted to help.

I had discussed beforehand what I was and wasn’t prepared to talk about, but as the interview went on and we talked about the charity and my reasons for supporting it, I had ended up talking first about my ectopic and then loosing Beau and my hysterectomy, which ultimately led me to talking about Sean. The woman carrying out the interview was a favourite of mine. She was married, with children of her own. Her questions weren’t pushy or leading and I opened up to her freely. I discussed the accident, my depression afterwards and how I was now trying to move forward with Cam, whom, I explained, was supporting me every step of the way with events for this coming weekend, many of which were being held in venues owned by him and which he had given the use of free of charge.

I didn’t mean to mention the fact I had undergone IVF. It just sort of slipped out as we were talking about the process. So when she asked me if Cam and I were actively attempting to start a family, I was caught a little off guard. I answered as honestly as I could, without giving too much away.

“Cam and I are hopeful of starting a family of our own, using IVF and a surrogate in the very near future.”

The phone lines to the studio apparently caused the system to go into meltdown, I was told once we were done. Women calling offering their eggs and to be surrogates and people calling in just to wish us luck.

As I walk towards Scott, in the beautiful June sunshine, I’m now wondering if I had done the right thing. Oh, well, if they’re talking about me, they’ll have the event on their minds too. Hopefully, more good would come from my slip up than bad. More people might think about surrogacy or egg donation.

Scott passes me a coffee. “Can you ring the boss please, Georgia. He’s not stopped ringing me.”

“Thanks, Scott, yeah, I’ll do it now. Can you take me to Len’s office, please?”

“Of course.”

I usually rode in the front of the car, but I wanted a little privacy when I made my call to Cam. Our week together had been a little strange. He was busy catching up with all the work he’d neglected while he was in Australia and making sure everything was organised for the weekend at his various venues around the world. I was busy with last minute arrangements and interviews.

We had ended up using the Docklands apartment the rest of the week as we were both out so early and home so late. The last two nights I had only had three-hours sleep, and this morning I was leaving just as Cam got home.

We hadn’t had sex since Monday night, which was unheard of for us, and most of our conversations had been conducted over the telephone, and as much as I was missing him, I was also a little pissed off with him. He’d left some court papers on the desk in his office Thursday, and when I went in there to use the computer last night, I saw them. It would seem that Tamara was being released into a care in the community program today and Cam had been to court to apply for full custody of Harry, without even discussing it with me. I hadn’t let on that I knew any of this. I was just going to sit tight and wait for him to tell me in his own time.

I turn on my phone. I had to have it switched off in the studio as the signal can affect the mics. My screen lights up and I can see I have a number of missed calls and messages, most of them being from Tamara. I will deal with them after I speak with Cam. I press call against his name and wait to hear his voice. Pissed off or not, the man still sets my pulse racing.

“Kitten, fuck, I’ve missed you.” I’m not sure if it’s tiredness or the interview I just did but tears automatically spring to my eyes.

“I miss you, too. Did you go into work?”

“No, I… Kitten, look, I’m just about to go into court. I’m trying to get some kind of temporary custody order put in place for the baby. Wendy, the nurse, found a pipe in Tamara’s room. She left it there while she called me, but it was gone when she came back. She gets released this afternoon and I really don’t trust her with my son.”

I’m silent for a few seconds.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” I meant that he should’ve shared the fact that he had all of this going on and was obviously worried about his son. If Tamara was already using again, I had no issue with Cam applying for full custody. Cam obviously thought that I meant something different by my question.

“I didn’t realise I needed to ask your permission to keep my son safe.”

“That’s not what I meant at all.”

“I need to go. I’m next.” He ends the call before I can say anymore. I close my eyes for a few seconds. I don’t know what to do. Should I leave him to do what needs to be done at court or should I go there and show my support?

I’m angry with the way he’s just spoken to me, the way I was just dismissed, but at the same time, I understand how stressed he must be. If she’s being discharged later today, he needs to act fast. My phone rings and it’s her. What the fuck does she want?

“I saw you, you bitch. On the television, telling them how you and Cameron plan on starting a family. Why don’t you just go and bury yourself in that big hole with your husband. Cam has a child. He has a child with me. His and my flesh and blood. You will never have that with him, you can never have what we’ve got.”

“Good morning, Tamara. Glad you enjoyed the interview. What can I do for you?” My hands shake and my legs have turned to jelly as I try to control the anger welling inside of me. Fuck, I’m seriously getting good at this self-control shit.

“Why don’t you just leave us alone, go away and let us be a family, a real family. I’m coming home today and I don’t know if Cam has told you yet, but he and I are moving into the penthouse together, with the baby of course. Our son, our little boy. Didn’t you have one of those once? Oh, of course you did, then that big bad car came along and ended it all. Oh, well.” And there ends my new found self-control.

“Listen to me, you stupid, insane bitch, Cam is with me. We’ve bought a home together, a home in which we will be raising not only your son in a safe and sane environment, but also the other two children we are currently expecting. I don’t know if you’re aware of this, Tamara, but I happen to have a fully functioning ovary and the eggs from that ovary have been mixed with Cam’s sperm, and now we have two, yes two, surrogates pregnant with our babies. So do yourself a massive favour, sweetheart, and get your fucking facts straight. Cam and I are together and we are staying together. Not only are we together, but we will soon become a family and raise our children together, and if you keep behaving like the fucking nut case that you are, we will go to court, have you declared an unfit mother and raise your child alongside ours and cut you out of the equation.” She starts to talk, but I haven’t finished yet. I know that I’ve probably said too much, but I’m sick of pussyfooting around her. I take a deep breath and continue, “I suggest you stop concentrating on me and my life, and attempt to sort your own shit out. If you love your son and you want to keep him with you, then you need to stop harassing me and pissing Cam off, because I’m telling you straight now, darling, I will come for you. I will take that baby and raise him as my own. I will make sure you’re sectioned and don’t see the light of day again, and I will make sure that every trace of you is wiped from your son’s life and he will never know you even existed. But before I do any of that, I will punch every tooth and pull every hair from your fucking head.”

“Cameron would never let that happen.” Oh, I so want to tell her where Cam is right now. Georgia of just a few years ago would’ve had no hesitation, but I actually use the brain that I was blessed with and keep calm and think about my answer. The last thing I want is for her to do a runner with the baby.

“No, Tamara, you’re probably right. Cam loves his little boy and only wants to do right by him, and as long as the best thing for Harry is to be with you, then that’s where Cam will make sure he stays. Now leave me, Cam and our life alone, and go and make one of your own.”

I hang up before I can say any more. My temper and brain-to-mouth function have clearly improved, but I really don’t want to test their ability any more today.

I tell Scott to drive me to the family court where Cam is and arrive just as he walks out. He stops in his tracks as soon as he sees me and I’m not entirely sure what it is that passes through his eyes as he looks at me.

“Did you get it?”

He nods. “They’ve ordered a full hearing next Friday, but until then, he stays with us.” I let out a deep sigh of relief. After my conversation with Tamara earlier, there is no way that woman should be left in charge of a baby.

“Thank fuck for that.” He raises his eyebrows slightly but doesn’t mention my swearing. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll try really hard not to do that around him.” He gives me a small smile and I can’t stand to not be near him for a second longer. I give him no choice in the matter as I step towards him, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him like my life depends on it, which it pretty much does.

“Let’s go and fetch your son,” I tell him on the steps of the courthouse.

* * *

As we sit in the back of my car on the drive over to the facility, Cam receives a call from the doctor on duty telling him that Tamara’s blood and urine samples have just come back as positive. I had a feeling she was probably off her chops when she called me earlier, but I haven’t yet told Cam about that conversation and decide to remain quiet for now while he decides what to do. He calls Eli, his lawyer, to let him know and leaves him to make any new arrangements that need to be put in place.

By the time we arrive, the police are in attendance as the staff are worried about Tamara’s reaction when she hears the results from her tests and that Harry’s being taken from her.

I wait in the car. I don’t like the woman, but I feel for her. I don’t want to witness what she’s about to go through and I don’t want her to think that I’m there to gloat. Who knows what will happen in the future? She’s Harry’s mum, and whatever role I’m about to play in his life, I may or may not have to have some kind of relationship with Tamara.

I wait inside the car for a while, then I start to feel panic setting in, so I call Jimmie and tell her what’s going on.

She and Ash saw Doctor Shepherd this week and the babies are due on the twenty-seventh of February. Ash obviously complained that it would mean a dry Christmas for her, but still had a little cry with me when we spoke about it. Obviously blaming her mood swings on her hormones.

The doors of the rehabilitation unit slide open and Cam comes toward me carrying a small bundle wrapped in a blanket. He stops in front of me, his eyes all over my face.

“Georgia, I’d like you to meet my son.” He looks down at the bundle, whose face I can’t quite see. “Harry Joseph King, I’d like you to meet the love of my life, Georgia Rae Layton.” He passes me the baby. He’s small and has dark hair like Cam’s. I know all of this because I’ve seen so many photos, but actually holding him, here in my arms, he feels so tiny. Looking down into his perfect little face, he looks so much like Cam and I love him instantly.

* * *

The next few hours are a whirlwind. Cam called Benny on the drive over to pick up the baby and told him to meet us there with a car seat so we could get him home. I call my dad and ask him to go over to our place and set up the cot that we still hadn’t done. We thought we had another week before we would have the baby with us. By the time we arrive home a couple of hours later, my parents, Jimmie, Ash and Sam are all at my house.