The rest of the weekend is the same. I alternate between feeding the baby, doing chores and making dinner and helping my family. In my free time, I make a lot of progress on my next novel. It is the sequel to my first novel that was just recently published. So far, the sales on it have been decent. Not New York Times bestseller list good, but enough to pay for both my and Addison's cost of living for the next year. My mother got home early Saturday morning. Before I knew it, it was Monday morning.

I get up to the sound of my alarm at six AM. I hurry downstairs to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. The night before had been hard. Addison slept no more that an hour and a half between feedings. I probably got a total of three hours of sleep the whole night, but I refuse to even make one tiny groan of complaint. Not when it appears my family is so easily anticipating my failure at both an academic, parental, and professional level. I am going to prove them wrong, but that means getting up early and going to sleep late. It means finishing all of my assignments on time and keeping up with all of the chores around the house. I means getting up quickly every time Addison makes a whimper. It means not putting any of my responsibilities off on my family. It means fighting for the life that I want to desperately.

I hurry around the kitchen and make up a bottle for the baby. When it is done, I go back upstairs to the nursery. I carefully lift Addy out of her crib and carry her back to my bedroom. I grab my phone from the charger and climb into my bed with the baby and her bottle of formula. I climb into the sheets and place my arm so that she is in a comfortable feeding position. After a few minutes, I type in the passcode to my phone and check my email. Just as I was expecting, I have about ten different emails from my different class instructors reguarding assignments for both the coming week and the coming semester. I do a quick look over of the material. I can't help but feel excitement at the coming year and all of the possibilities that it holds for me. I see another email. It is from the daycare that I will be putting Addy in for a few hours on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday when I am in class. It is a reminder list of the immunization that she will need to have on her first day at the center. I make myself a reminder to call the pediatrician and set up the appointment for her.

After I finish feeding Addison, I hold her in my arms and gently rock her. I am not sure how much time passes, but she falls asleep. I wait for a few minutes until I am sure she is deep in sleep before I move her into the baby carrier. I bring the carrier with me into the bathroom. I look at my phone. It is already after seven in the morning. I set the carrier down on the floor and lock the door. I turn on the fan and start the shower. I hop in an take a quick shower, worrying the whole time that the baby is going to wake up at the sound of the water hitting the walls of the shower, but to my relief, she does not. I decide not to risk the hair dryer and just hastily put my hair up in a bun. I quickly change into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I flip the fan off and pick up the carrier. I go to my bedroom and begin my chores. After I finish upstairs, I pick up the carrier and take it downstairs to the kitchen. I make a cup of coffee and finish my chores. By now, my family is starting to go about their morning routines. My brother and father will be down here any minute. I make myself a bowl of cereal for breakfast and refill my now drained up of coffee. I think that I will be going through a lot of coffee in the next few months. I pull out my phone. It is almost nine. I don't know where the time went, but it is time to feed Addison again. I have just finished preparing a bottle for her when my mother, father, and sister all come hurtling down the stairs like a bat out of hell. I was just about to wake up Addison, but their ruckus wakes her up and she immediately starts to wail like a banshee.

I resist the urge to say something to them. Instead, I just take Addy and the bottle into the living room and flip on the local news. It is only a minute before my father comes in and takes the remote from me. He proceeds to turn the channel to the national news. He knows that I am not going to get up from feeding the baby to take the remote back like I normally would. I give him a death-gale, but he ignores it. When I finish feeding Addison, tell my family that I have to get started on my homework. I know very well that this is not the semester I can afford to let myself get behind on work. I know what I need to do for my English class, and my first college class will be over at ten-thirty. One of the girls in my class, Jessica, agreed to send me the lecture notes after class lets out. I already have the assignments for the week, I just need those notes before I can start on them.

When I am upstairs in my bedroom, I place Addison in the bouncer and sit down at my desk. I have just turned on my laptop when something happens. I hear the sounds of a bunch of engines coming down out street. I get up from my desk to get a better view out of my window.

What I see does not make any sense. There are about ten black SUV's pulling up in front of my house. My heartbeat picks up. I have no idea what to do, so I go over to the rocker where Addison is sleeping soundly. I pick her up into my arms. I go back to the window and I see a SWAT team circling our house. I do not know why, but I do not think to call out to my parents or my brother. All I can think about is the baby in my arms. I hear a SMASH as the front door is kicked in. I hear the screams of my family. I just stand in the center of my bedroom holding the baby.

My mind is going through all of my possible options. There are only two that I can see. Run or stay. Running seems a bit radical, considering I haven't done anything wrong. Then the sudden, and obscured, thought that they are going to arrest me for illegally streaming TV shows on the internet. I quickly brush that thought out of my mind. There is no way that the government would go to such extremes for a minor charge like that. Especially since nobody has ever been charged for simply watching the videos.

My door flies open and i realize that if I was going to run, it is to late now. Addison wakes up at the sound of my door being kicked in and she immediately starts wailing. I start to comfort her, momentarily forgetting the SWAT team guy standing in my doorway with a gun pointed at me and my baby. I shush the baby, but she still cries. I just look at him, waiting.

He picks up a walkie-talkie type thing that I had not noticed before. He speaks into it when he says, "We have a situation upstairs. There is a young woman and a small baby up here. Awaiting orders."

I cannot hear the other end of the conversation. That is when i notice that the man is wearing an earpiece.

"Yes, sir," the man responds.

"Come on, you need to come with me."

"What about my baby?"

"Her too."

"I need to get a few things for her, if that is okay."

"All right, where is the baby's room?" I point to the open door behind him. He nods and points the gun in front of himself. I pick up my phone off of my desk. I do not know how long I will be allowed to keep it, but I might need it. I walk past the SWAT guy and directly into the nursery. I pick up the baby carrier and place her in it. I then open the closet and pull out the diaper bag. It already has most of the supplies I will need, but I get the carrier that attaches to my body out of the dresser drawer and stuff it in the bag as well. I have formula, bottles, diapers, distilled water, and almost everything else I could need. I look over at the SWAT guy. He is waiting patiently for me to finish gathering all of the baby supplies. Apparently, he does not want to be the one who doesn't let the mom get the things she needs for her baby. I just hope that my parents are okay and handling my brother. I did not hear anything after the initial screaming. I put the diaper bag over my head so that it is diagonal across my chest. I pick up Addison's carseat carrier and nod at the SWAT guy. He smiles at me reassuringly. For some reason, this small act of kindness allows me to breathe again. He gestures for me to leave the room. I step into the hallway and he comes out right behind me.

"I need you to listen to me. Both of your parents are under arrest and your brother was taken by the social services people." My breath catches in my throat.

"What are they being charged with? Are they okay?"

"Don't you want to know if you are being charged with something?" I look up into his deep brown eyes. I don't know what to say.

"You are under arrest as well." I gasp at the news. It is so unexpected. I remember an article that I read a few years ago while doing research for one of my novels. I need to keep my mouth shut. I do not know what kind of trouble I am in, but I cannot afford to say something that might incriminate me or my family.

"What are we being charged with?"

"I am not at liberty to discuss that at this time. Come on, we need to get you to the Center." I keep my mouth shut and follow the SWAT guy. There is nothing I can do right now anyway. I follow the man down the steps of my house and out to the back of the massive SUV. He opened the back door of the car and told me to get in.

"Sir, I need to secure the carseat."

"Fine, just hurry up." I put the carseat in and hook the seat in. I tighten the seatbelt down as tightly as it will go. I then climb in after and hook my own seatbelt on.

The man gets into the front seat and begins to drive away form my house. I cannot believe that this is happening to me. I have not idea what any of this means.