UPDATE: The parents of Nate Dunbar – a little boy who was killed when a drunk driver crashed her car into the bedroom he was sleeping in – have welcomed a baby daughter named Eve.
Eve was born on March 9, weighing 4.19kg (9lbs 4oz).
The Dunbars have one other son, Kai, who was sleeping in the room next door to Nate when the incident occurred in January, 2013.
You can read more about the arrival in this story for The West Australian.
Ben Martin previously reported:
STACY AND JUSTIN DUNBAR slump into bed. It is a warm Thursday night and the Australia Day weekend looms large.
Down the hallway, confident, polite seven-year-old Kai is asleep in his bunk bed. In the next room, eight-month-old Nate, a blue-eyed bub with a grin so wide strangers are compelled to say hi, is tucked safely into his cot.
Their home, hidden in a peaceful cul-de-sac in Merriwa, is a busy jumble of toys, comfortable furniture and smiles. There’s a shed up the back and a veranda with a barbie. They bought it as a house-and-land package before Perth boomed and prices went crazy. They didn’t think too much about the fact that it backed on to Hester Avenue – a four-lane thoroughfare that runs from the ’burbs towards the beach.
Justin works hard as a panelbeater. Stacy juggles shifts as a hairdresser and caring for the boys.
There’s not a lot more to say. Not yet. The Dunbars are decent, loving and endearing in their ordinariness.
Tired, they quickly surrender to the rigours of the day. Traffic hums in tune with the air-conditioner.
TWO KILOMETRES AWAY, at the Quinns Rocks Sports Club, Melissa Ann Waters cradles her drink. Usually, she stands behind the bar, serving the genial parade of punters who come for a cheap feed, the social lawn bowls and a few dollars on the nags. Tonight she is one of them, enjoying a spell after working nine nights straight.
Between 6.30pm and 9.30pm, she downs four vodkas. That might have been enough for the 35-year-old mother of three, who usually prefers beer over spirits. Not this night.
She drops her husband and daughter at home and returns to the club with two of her husband’s friends in tow. They pick up Shaina Millar, the bartender on duty. They grab a bottle of gin, a bottle of Galliano liqueur, chips and smokes, and settle in at Millar’s flat near Clarkson train station.