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"2 years in jail, but lucky you, you get a reduced sentence because of your mother. 6 months." |
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"Fine." She sighed, mentally groaning |
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The police eventually left. Dakota and her mother were brought to the prison and put into separate cells just as Nate was waking up in the hospital. |
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Dakota just sat down on the floor with a sigh. Great. My son now has a prison mate for a mother and my husband has a jailbrid for a wife.... |
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"...Where am I?" Nate muttered groggily, opening his eyes. "Dakota? Dakota??" |
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Dakota's mind spun with guilt and anger at herself, a bit of fear seeping in |
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Nate began to panic, "Dakota!?" he screamed until a nurse came in and calmed him down, explaining everything. Nate was in tears as they brought him his baby, holding Hunter close against his chest. |
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Dakota felt a tear roll down her face |
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Nate spent the next few days healing up, holding Hunter with him always. When he was discharged, he immediately went down to the prison where Dakota was and waited for her to appear on the other side of the bulletproof glass for meetings. |
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Dakota, reluctantly, went to the seat she was directed, unable to meet Nate's eyes. "I'm sorry." |
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