Interesting Things Happen At School: Baby Boy

Chapter Ten: Security's On The Way

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We got off the car, Jack's mother first. She started getting the gas into the car, then gave Jack money to get us something to eat.

We were about to turn to walk in to the gas station when Jack's mom stopped us.

"Kim...may I...can I hold my grandson while you get what you need?"

I hesitated before I glanced at Jack and handed my son over to his grandmother. We were almost to the door when Jack yelled "Duck!" and pulled me down.

I didn't understand his actions, but a couple seconds later I heard bullets whizzing by.

I felt as if my breathing stopped for that time being. Jack shielded my body with his and held the back of my head with his hand. I closed my eyes, sure that I would die, but I didn't. It felt like an eternity to me, like hours had passed by since Jack's weight had crushed me down, paralyzed me. I hoped to who ever was listening that Jack didn't get hit by a bullet. That he didn't leave me alone with our child.

There really wasn't much to think about while we were down, but the survival instinct was still there.

When the noise lowered down, which didn't seem real to me, the adrenaline running through my veins and pounding in my ears slowly faded and I heard a loud grunt from Jack.

He put some of his weight on his elbows and hoisted himself up to look at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

I nodded; luckily he was still holding my head, so I didn't hit my head on the cement in the process.

He looked up at what I assumed was his mother.

"Are you all alright?"

"Yeah," his mother said. "Luckily, the car shielded the baby and me, and since Zayn's inside he's all good. How are you two doing?"

After she asked that I started looking at what I could of Jack's body, surveying the damage. That's when I spotted the blood making its way down Jack's arm.

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"Jack!" I squealed, worried about him.

His eyes widened, then got off of me, pulling me up along with him.

"Sorry about that," he said, still not getting why I was freaking out.

"You're bleeding!" I pointed out, stating the obvious.

He rolled his eyes and said, "I'm fine."

"You're not fine-" I cut myself off, then peered around his shoulder to check for a threat. I pulled him behind the shelter of the van, then continued my rant. "You're not fine, Jack-you got friggin' shot. We need to take you to a hospital or something."

"I'm fine, Kim. You're over-reacting. I've had worst, okay?" Jack said nonchalantly.

I turned to Jack's mother.

"Help me out here, please?" I pleaded, looking at her straight on. "He needs help and he's acting like it's not a big deal."

My eyes landed on my own little boy who was crying softly.

Jack's mother stayed silent.

"Look, Jack, you're not fine, okay? Can you please listen to me?"

"I'm going be fine. You're worrying over nothing, Kimmy."

He looked over my head at something. I was so mad, but being worried was a stronger emotion and didn't let the anger blubble to the surface.

"Why don't you just calm down, check on him," he nodded at what I assumed was our baby and continued, "and I'll go into the store and get what we need. It's that simple."

Jack kissed my forehead and brushed past me to get to his mother's side. He talked to her quietly and cautiously made his way to the store.

I put a hand on my forehead and tried to get the message 'he will be fine' through. I glanced at Zayn, whose head was hanging out of the window with a shocked look on his baby-like face. I glanced over my shoulder to check if there was a visible threat behind me and walked over to Jack's mother, who was rocking my baby back and forth.

"May I have him please?" I asked quietly. I was almost scared of her response. I knew nothing about this woman, yet she was now a part of my family and I had put her family in danger and was still putting them in it.

She handed him carefully over to me, her face impassive.

I rocked my baby and tried to figure out what he needed. I checked his diaper and frowned. Not too bad, but if he kept it up he would need much more than just another diaper or two, which was what I had in the backpack.

"I'm sorry I got you into this. What's your name?" I asked and looked at her in the eyes.

"Emma," she said, her voice strained, "but you can call me Emmy."

"Cool name. My name's Kimberly Crawford, but everybody just calls me Kim. My former name, though, was Olivia, so that's what I was talking about with my dad."

"That's...nice," she said, uninterested.

I glanced at her for a few more seconds, then went back to concentrating on my son. He was probably hungry, but no way was I going to start feeding him in the middle of the street.

I kissed his little face and held him close to my chest. His cries lowered down, but still remained.

I was worried that he'd get sick since he was so small and new to the world, but felt that it would be rude to go inside the car.

A couple minutes later Jack came out with two bags on his arms.

"I got everything we need," Jack said cheerfully. "Now we can leave this place."

"Did you by any chance get diapers?" I asked.

"Was I supposed to?" he asked, confused.

"No, but I'll go get 'em." I felt inside a pocket and took out my phone. With the hand that wasn't occupied, I took off the cover and retrieved the silver debit card that was inside.

Jack stood next to me and put the bags through the window.

"So, what brand should I get?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"You said we need to get diapers."

"It's fine. I'll go get them. How about you stay here with the baby?"

"No, those people are after you. Do you think I'm going to let you go in there?"

We argued back and forth until Emmy interrupted us.

"Jack, just go, and do it quickly. Please."

"So, diapers? Is there anything else I should know?"

"Get the smallest diapers that you find and get baby powder," I said. I handed him my credit card. "The pin number is '1433.' If you can't remember that just think of the acronym 'I love you you' or 'I love you' and a three-letter name. Got it?"

He glanced away for a minute, nodded and went back in.

"Get in the car," Emmy said and opened the door.

I got in and glanced at where Jack should be coming from.

I was super worried about Jack's wound, my baby, and everything else that was going on. It's crazy how my only worries before the birth of my son where about school, karate and, well, things that seem minor compared to what I'm facing now. Not only are the lives of the innocent people around me endangered, but Jack has a bullet wound and my baby could be endangered even more any second because of the fact that he doesn't have a much needed car seat.

While I though about this, I changed my baby's diaper and tried to get him to be quiet.

The poor little guy probably had no idea what was wrong with him.

Somebody knocked loudly on the window, startling me.

I looked at the window with wide eyes and held my baby as close to my chest as I could as fear returned to my system.

I stared at the window, waiting for it to crack and let in somebody more than willing to hurt me and my baby. A few painful seconds passed before another knock made made my heart pound even harder and my little guy cry even harder.

"Kimmy, open up," Jack's voice said from outside. Another knock.

I looked at Emmy and Zayn in the front seats. After I thought a bit, I shakily handed the crying baby over to Emmy and rolled down the tinted black window a tiny bit.

"Jack?" I whispered.

"Kim, open the door. It's kinda cold out here, ya know."

I rolled down the window a little more and let out the breath I was holding when I saw that it really was Jack and not somebody out to hurt any of us.

I opened the door slowly, my hands still shaking even thought I was I knew Jack would never hurt me.

"Shaky much?" Jack asked his eyes on my hands.

He took them in his and squeezed, then wordlessly told me to move over.

I blushed and noticed that Emmy and Zayn had been staring at me as I'd stared at Jack. I moved over and clicked the seat belt into place.

"You are such an idiot," I muttered and shooked my head. "You scared me half to death, Jack."

He chuckled next to me. I glanced at Jack as Emmy handed him our baby boy, and quickly looked away when he caught me looking.

After we were back on the road, I asked quietly, "Can we stop at the nearest safe stop? We should get some sleep, and-"

"Can you just stop?" Emmy shouted.

I bit my bottom lip and looked outside my window, trying to hold back tears. I needed to be strong, and Emmy most definitely had the right to be mad at me. I was putting her family in danger, and I was mad at myself for it.

If only I had the power to keep everyone who I loved safe, but, sadly, I wasn't Super Woman.

A vibrating sound made me snap out of my thoughts. I took my phone out of my Ugg and sighed in relief when I noticed it was only my Dad. He had texted me the address of a safe place in Idaho.

I got my emotions under control and firmly asked, "Emmy, do you have a GPS? My dad texted me the address of a place where you will all be absolutely safe. It used to be an airplane hangar, but the government secretly remodeled it in order for it to be a safe place for families in need of protection. It is basically impenetrable from the outside. Once a family moves in, so does a unit of cops for protection. The safe house is too far out to drive there, though, so we will have to wait until tomorrow to continue. There is a place here in California where we could get almost the same amount of protection."

Emmy sighed and hesitated before saying, "Okay, what are the coordinates for this safe place?"

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I know this isn't the most exciting chapter, but I promise that there is going to be a lot more exciting things to read. :).

Can you review for now please?

I know I've been taking my time with this story as well as my other, so I would like to ask you, the readers, how often you would like for me to update. "Soon" is not really acceptable, so like once a week, or once every two weeks or so?

I would also like to ask you for some ideas on fluff, kick-y scenes that may or may not have the baby in it, since I'm running dry on ideas for fluff on this story.

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