~Jennie’s~

“Where’s Blue?”

The question falls out of my mouth before my brain catches up. I don’t even know who I’m asking. My eyes scan the crowd; flashes of silk gowns, pressed suits, cameras, soft jazz, champagne flutes… but no Blue. No tiny curly head. No curious little hands.

No baby.

My heart drops to my stomach.

I was just—God—I was just talking to a media rep. I turned around for two seconds. Blue was right beside Ava. He was laughing at the balloon arch. Now he’s gone. Completely gone.

“Ava!” I yell, breath catching in my throat as I shove past a table of desserts. “Where is he?!”

“I—he...