“Fuck, you are beautiful,” slips out before I can stop it. Her cheeks tint red and I smile at her, loving that blush.
“If you say so, Ash.” She grins at me and in a flash, I am on my feet and standing in front of her, my body pressed against hers. My hands find her trim hips, her hands landing on my bicep.
“I know so, baby.” I lick my lips and move my face closer to her. She makes the sweetest of sounds and hearing that intake of breath, the soft sound goes straight to my dick.
“What are you doing, Maze?” she asks in a breathy tone and I my smile goes to a full-blown grin.
“Well, Zarah baby, it looks like I am making my move.” My head dips to take her lips in a kiss. Our first, but it seems my daughter has other plans. A wail comes from the bed and Faith lets us know that she is awake and needs attention.
Zarah moves quickly away from me and pulls Faith out of her comfy bubble of blankets and I see for the first time that she is wearing a pink baby-grow. I stand there in awe of this woman, who has taken over and controlling the situation, even in the small amount of time that Faith has been here, Z has shown that she is perfect mother material.
I have always known that she wanted kids some days, the way she fusses over the club kids and always offers to babysit them.
She fusses over Faith, changing her nappy before looking at me over her shoulder.
“She is hungry. Can you go and make her a bottle or hold so I can?” my gaze snaps up hers, not liking either option but I opt for a third option. Stepping over to the bed, I smile at Faith in Zarah’s arms, I run my finger over her soft cheek. God baby skin is so soft and flawless and do not get me started on the cute baby smell.
“How about we all get out of the room and go down to the kitchen, that was you can show me how to make her bottles. I mean you won’t be here all the time to help me, right?” I know as soon as the words left my mouth that they were the wrong words to say.
Fuck.
Farah’s shoulders stiffen and her lips thin, before she speaks. “You’re right. Let’s go,” I sigh as she steps past me, pulling the door open before walking out of my room with my daughter in her arms.
“Z,” I sigh her name, but she doesn’t stop. I sigh again and drop my head to my chest, thinking of how the hell I am going to make this up to her.
Maybe an orgasm of five. The thought pops into my head.
Maybe?
But Zarah being, Zarah she is a stubborn woman, I know that much from being around her over the years. Picking my phoneup off the side table I follow her down to the kitchen, where pretty much everyone is sitting, eating food that the Old Ladies prepared.
All eyes swing to me when I walk in and I see Ana shake her head in disappointment, it is then I notice that Lola is holding Faith and Zarah isn’t in the kitchen. I frown.
“Where is Z?” I ask the room.
“She left, she said she has some things to do.” Ace explains, with a bite to his tone. Yeah, they saw an upset Zarah and put two and two together. Fuck.
Lola hands me Faith and a readymade bottle, so I do just that, feed my daughter. There is no denying she is mine; she has my lips and my eyes. While feeding her, everyone around me converse about the upcoming gift delivery at the hospital and the delivery of the food on Christmas Day.
Knowing that I have Faith, makes me want to see the ill children smile and see their parents smile. Even if we can help them forget for a small moment it will be worth it. That isn’t the only reason though, because I think this is my chance to spend more time with Zarah while we plan this shit out.
I smile and images of Z in a sexy little elf costume like we was talking about before a hug arse bomb was dropped in my lap.
“I’ll do it,” I say loudly. Everyone stops talking and looks at me with questionable looks.
“Do what?” Suede enquires.
“I’ll play Santa. Someone will have to watch Faith when I want doing it but yeah, I’ll do it.” Smiling at Suede who nods at me, then comes over to me and takes Faith out of my arms and places her over his large bulky shoulder, tapping her back gently to rub her.
The picture looks funny as fuck, seeing this hulk of a man with a big bushy beard being so gently with my baby girl.
Fuck my baby girl. I have a daughter.
Someone who will depend on me and need me for the rest of her natural life. I pull in a deep breath letting the thoughts wash over me. My father was a fucking cunt when I was growing up and I am thankful every day that Suede found me and took me under his wing.
He is the role model men want to look up to. He kicked my arse into shape when I needed it, and he gave me a family, one that I can count on no matter what shit I had got myself into.
“You got it. There is plenty of family here to watch over my little turtle dove, while you play the big guy. Now you need to straighten your head out and make it up to, Z. I don’t know what you did or said but you upset her. When she left, we could all see that her face and it’s a face that we do not like seeing on our woman, Maze. Fix it.” I nod because it is all I can do.
