"I'm not all that upset that he's a premature baby." I looked over at Michael who was sleeping peacefully in the arms of his father. "You need to call the police and tell them everything," I looked up at Mick, he turned and our eyes met. "Already did, she's under arrest, trying to escape from the city," he grimaced. "I didn't think she was really capable of doing that. She was never the type." I looked out the window and shook my head. "I'm really sorry Lauren, I'm sorry I brought this on you." "I don't care," I spoke. "I'm just happy that my baby came out good, safe and healthy from all this, but I swear Mick, if something would have happened." I took a break and breathed in and out before continuing to speak. "I would have murdered her with my two bare hands." He stood up to put the baby in the baby bin before turning to me. He cupped my head in his hands and pressed his forehead against mine. "Shh," he whispered. "Shh, don't talk like that, I don't like it." I wiped my tears away and he nuzzled his nose against mine. "Everything is okay, we're going to go speak at her court session and she'll be put away, we'll have a restriction order placed and the baby, you and I will be safe." "She doesn't even want to hurt you," I shook my head. "She wanted to kill the baby and I." "But