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Ch. 6

Jamie and Eddie drove up to the elaborate house in Tottenville, Staten Island: a heavily Italian and greatly wealthy area. Their Range Rover was registered in Maria's name, just in case Vino had Jenny Jacard check them out. All their ducks were in a row.

"Here we are...Staten Island, home of the landfill and Danny."

Jamie's hair had been gelled back and wore expensive-looking sunglasses. Eddie had her hand protectively over her belly.

"Man, Reagan your kid is heavy. I think I'm taking this assignment way too seriously. I have to pee all the time thanks to this oversized pillow and I feel all queasy and nervous." Eddie grinned at Jamie.

"Well, as long as Junior is happy. Maybe if you stopped eating all that cheesecake, you'd feel better. For all I know, you'd name the kid Junior after Junior's." Jamie smiled.

Finally, they got out. They held hands and walked into their new home. But they felt watched. Vino had surveillance cameras surrounding his house, which stood only feet away from the Lombardi's. Vino peered through his study window at his new neighbors.

"Pregnant woman and husband. Clean, white, yet slick. Patricia, why don't we get to know our new neighbors?" Vino motioned to Patricia and to Jenny, who was already running the license plates of the Range Rover. Genevive pointed out the window. "Mommy! She's fat like you were when you were pregnant! Would we have friends then next door?" Patricia looked at her husband, who simply nodded.

"Boss, they're clean. Man is Patrick Lombardi, 35. Has experience in personal investigation and is an ex-cop. Says here he was kicked off the force for disorderly conduct. Wonder if he'd be of use to us. His wife is Maria, 32. Expecting their first child, has experience as an RN and a housewife. They seem clean, looking past the occasional parking ticket. Patty there seems like he's out of work, and may be interested in the Gambini Foundation" Jenny rattled off.

Vino stroked his stubbly chin.

They could do nicely.

That night, Jamie and Eddie settled into their place. "Well, Mrs. Lombardi. That was delicious. I'm just surprised you haven't eaten much. Usually you would have started devouring the wood of the kitchen table by now. Eddie looked up at Jamie. "Just feeling kinda nervous. This all seems like a dream. I haven't had this much normal since my dad was alive."

Jamie reached across the table for her hand. "Yeah?"

Eddie looked up at him. "Yeah, Reagan. Not everyone has the perfect family dynamic you do. My dad's in jail, and let's just say that mommy dearest and I never really saw eye to eye after my ballet injury."

"You did ballet? Damn, Janko. A woman of many talents."

He squeezed her hand. "But Jamie, it was bad. I broke some of my toes and sprained my ankle badly during a competition. The doctors advised me not to dance at least intensively again. Mom told them I'd do nothing of the sort. I opposed her and quit ballet. I took up fencing, which is moderately safer. But not good enough for Caroline Janko."

Just then, they heard a knock at the door. Jamie motioned for Eddie to get up and join him, but kept his off-duty firearm tucked neatly into his belt.

Vino and Patricia, along with little Victoria stood at the doorstep. Jamie opened up the door with a smile. "Hello! You must be the neighbors." Friendly as ever, Vino shook his hand. "I'm Vino Gambini, and this is my wife, Patricia, and one of our kids, Victoria." Victoria smiled sweetly. "I'm five!" Eddie laughed and knelt down to talk to little miss Victoria. Patricia grinned. She already liked this woman.

"I'm Patrick Lombardi. This is my wife, Maria. We've been married about a year now, and we're expecting our first child. A boy, if I have any say." Vino slapped Jamie's shoulder playfully. "Don't we all wish we had a say in that?" Eddie rolled her eyes and grinned. "My wife is basically baby crazy, so you'll have to excuse her. She'll be gushing over the newborn when he or she is here" said Vino.

Patricia offered a warm smile to Eddie. "I'd love to have you over sometime. I have tons of baby clothes from Victoria and Nick that you're welcome to. Vino told me no more kids after Victoria, so at least the stuff would be put to good use."

Eddie smiled gratefully. "Oh you have no idea how we'd appreciate that. We don't know too many people in the area, just some from Jersey and a handful in Connecticut. So I haven't had much time to go baby shopping because of the move and all. Plus I have no idea where to even begin." Eddie solemnly looked at the ground. If and when the time came for her to have a baby someday, she had no clue who she would turn to for baby advice, or to figure out what the hell a baby needed besides a crib and diapers.

Patricia picked Victoria up and took Eddie by the arm. "Let's go see what I've got, and we'll go from there." Eddie grinned at Jamie.

"Good, good. Let the women talk. Always nice when the female species is getting along" said Vino, with his gaze lingering around the house. "Let's go sit and talk somewhere. I have a feeling you'll be a nice asset. You have beer?" Jamie walked Vino into the kitchen.

"Nice place, the missus is in charge of decor?" Jamie rolled his eyes in mock frustration. "Oh you bet."

Vino drummed his fingers on the tabletop and sipped the ice cold bottle of Corona.

"So Patty. I hear you're out of work." Jamie looked up in confusion.

Jenny did some digging.

"Yeah, I was looking for some sort of investigation gig. Even as a body guard. Just something." Jamie felt pathetic.

Vino's face brightened. "I can help ya, kid. Pretty wife, baby on the way. You have a nice, clean image. For an ex-cop. I like that. I run a high profile foundation, funding various...shall we say 'things'. And sometimes in the midst of running this foundation, certain clients rack up debt they cannot pay. So some of my associates make sure they can pay the debt, and if they back out, they...take care of them. I compensate them highly. You know what I'm saying?"

Jamie narrowed his eyes. "I'd kill people? Would my wife and child be in danger?"

Vino laughed, but his laugh carried a menacing tone. "Nah, just from me. But only if you ever cross me."

Jamie shook his hand and offered him another beer. "Sir, with all due respect. I know what's good for me."

"Good. Then, we have a deal."

The next day, in the Gambini attic, Eddie sat on the floor with Patricia sifting through boxes of expensive, name-brand onesies, dresses, suits, diaper bags, and much more. "So when are you due?" Eddie rubbed her tummy instinctively. "I'm about five months along. Due on our wedding aniversary, no less. December 3rd." Patricia clapped her hands in delight as Eddie tried not to roll her eyes back into her skull.

She offered a smile. "Dear, if you want any of this stuff, feel free to take it. It'll just sit up here collecting dust anyway." She gave Eddie a large plastic box, which she promptly started filling with tiny onesies, outfits, shoes, and anything else Patricia laid out. On the top of one pile was a tiny pink ballet dress.

"Oh, this is just too precious." For a moment, Eddie was beside herself. She saw a tiny blonde girl, with Jamie's bright blue eyes toddling around the house with a cowboy hat and the dress on backward, playing Sheriff Princess with her daddy.

Stop it Janko, you're only fooling yourself. It's too good to be true.

But it didn't stop her from putting the dress in her box.

When Eddie finally came home with her box of baby goodies, she tried to be quiet so Jamie wouldn't see the box.

"Hold up, Janko. What do we have here?" Eddie blushed, and placed the box on the staircase. She grabbed his hand and kissed him softly. His hand moved to the front of "Junior".

"Maybe someday, Junior will really be there." Jamie pressed his forehead to Eddie's.

He smiled and walked back to the study.

Eddie carried the box upstairs and sat it on the bedroom floor. She picked up the dress and held it up to her tummy in the mirror, laughing out loud to herself and smiling.

Someday, Reagan.

"What are you doing, Janko?" Eddie whirled around, sliding the tiny baby dress behind her back.

"And what do we have here?" Jamie chuckled and pulled her close.

"It's...a girl's dress. If she's a girl. Well, if she would be a girl. Because this isn't real and I'm not -" She babbled, only to be halted by Jamie's gently kiss.

"Who says it's not real?"