Marnie
“Oh, Brooke, he’s beautiful!”
“Thank you,” My sister smiles sleepily, happily, contentedly.
Brooke gave birth in the early hours to her second son, DJ, or Dante Junior, as his official name is. Hawk called me the second the baby was born. Okay, not the second, but within the first ten minutes.
Draven wouldn’t allow me to come to the hospital when Hawk called at 3 AM, and I was not pleased at all. Brooke was asking for me. Hawk told me so.
I was so gutted that I couldn’t be there with her that I cried. I wasn’t trying to emotionally blackmail Draven into taking me, but I felt hurt that he flat-out refused to let me go until 9 AM. He said that would be a reasonable time to go after I’d had a few hours’ sleep.
I mean, six hours?
How would I be able to rest that long?
Even th
