Jamie was fast asleep, head smashed into the pillow, as was his way. He stirred slightly at the sound of Jayden calling, but dismissed it as an aspect of his dream.
Or he did, til the sound kept repeating, accompanied by running footsteps. Jamie sat up, still a little asleep, yawning and pushing his hair out of his face. "Jay, what-" he started to ask, then it finally clicked that Jayden had mentioned his dad. Looking serious.
"Swear to fuck, if someone got kidnapped again, I'm giving Mom back her sniper rifle," he muttered as he pulled on a shirt, all but tumbling down the stairs to the front door. He caught a glimpse of his dad's face, and his heart sank. "What happened?"