Callahan was supposed to be home an hour ago, and he isn't. The only good thing about weeknights is everyone goes to bed at a decent hour. So, even though it's only ten, the common room is empty. I'm curled up on one end of the sectional with a movie on the TV. Closing my eyes, I lay my hand over my stomach and let my mind wander.
I'd never really thought about having kids until I found out we were actually having one. My brother has done a hell of a job raising my nephew in this club life, and I can't help but wonder if I'll do even half as good as Bradan does. Pregnancy emotions are a pain in my ass, though, and I sit up, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I swear, I f*****g cry at everything lately, which pisses me off.
A loud slam makes me jump and spin on the couch. Callahan is
