Gary is almost three months
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When Claire got home with Julia. She noticed the Police were still across the street. Opening the door, she found the house quiet. Heading upstairs, she found Tony in bed with his boys wrapped protectively around him.
With Julia in her arms, she bent down and kissed her boys, followed by her husband, who woke.
"Hi handsome. I came home, I thought you might need me and Julia."
Looking at his wife through fresh tears, he got up and carefully took his daughter into his arms, holding her close, inhaling her angelic warmth.
Then taking his wife by the hand, he passionately kissed her. Kissed her with greed, needing to feel her breath, her caress, to let him know that amongst all the evil in the world, there was good.
Softly breaking the kiss, they carried Julia to her room, and layed her in her crib. Covering her, they turned on her nightlight, and left the room. Reaching their own room, Tony picked her up and carried her to their bed. Laying her on the sheets, he undressed her with passionate greed, until her skin was glistening in excitement.
"Mmore Tony. I need to feel more."
"Shh... it's coming baby, just breathe, I promise I'll give you all you need."
So lost now, Tony lowered himself upon her, and as he was ready to love her, "waa,waa,waa."
Sighing...."
please tell me this is a dream?"
"Afraid not honey. I'll get her."
"No baby. I'll get her, I haven't seen her all day."
Walking into his daughters nursery, he lifted her into his arms. Carrying her to the change table, he changed her diaper, grabbed a bottle of sugar water, and headed back into their room. Passing his daughter to her mother, she bared and breast, as Julia suckled with greed.
Pulling his wife back into his arms, he leaned her head against his chest, as the boys walked in.
"Mom... when did you get home? Hi Julia, we missed you."
Caressing their sisters head, while holding her little fingers, she squeezed them tight. Letting her brothers know, she loved them too.
Gary was driving around the city, he wasn't sure where he was headed. All he knew was that he needed to see his son. Pulling into his parents driveway, he used his key, and walked in. Knowing his parents would be sleeping. He did his best not to wake them. Unfortunetly, his fathers instincts were still 100% cop mode.
"Son? Are you okay?"
"No, dad. No I'm not. I need to see my son. I need to be held. Such horror dad. If only you had of seen that little baby. So broken, so violated, I can't stop seeing it dad. It's haunting me, and I'm not even asleep. When I picked him up, he was so lifeless, so drugged and unaware that he was violated everyway possible. I don't think I can get through this dad. I don't." he cried.
Collapsing on the floor with his father, Mac just held him tightly. Knowing that no matter what he said within that second would not be heard, or understood. For his son was in to much pain to accept guidance at this time.
Waiting for his son to calm down, Mac wiped at his tears, as he kissed his head.
"I know how hard this must have been for you son. I know how terrifying, and heartbreaking it was to see such innocence robbed at the age of four. But this is what we do son. This is how we help, by puting these bastards behind bars. This is how we protect, nurture and care for the victims.
You are only human son. You are allowed to cry, you are allowed to feel pain, anger and shame. But you are not allowed to give up. You are not to bring it home to your family, to your life. You cannot allow it to overtake your heart. As painful and cold as it seems, you have to move on to the next day, the next victim that is going to need your help."
Listening with tears, Stella walked into Alan's room and picked up Gary Jr in her arms. Walking him out, she sat down with her husband and son.
Passing Gary over to him, he snuggled him into his neck, as his mother and father snuggled him. Knowing in their hearts, that this was one case, that would never be forgotten.