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“One day at a time,” I repeated, a yawn trembling through me.
“One day at a time,” he murmured in my hair, pulling me against him.
I agreed with him but at the same time, I felt like that one day would turn into a lifetime.
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(Jaron)
Holding the shank in my hand behind my back, I zeroed in on my victim. This felt good. Too good. The blood that was already on my hands shouldn’t have felt so damn perfect. These men. These vile human beings. They deserved everything that was given to them.
“Kill him and we’ll protect you.”
I didn’t believe those words but listened to them just the same. It wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter. It was kill or be killed and I had a woman who was pregnant with my baby to get home to. I would do anything to get back to her and unfortunately these men knew that. How they did was beyond me. But I wouldn’t put it past the mayor to let that little tidbit slip into unwanted ears.
My dad told me to keep to myself, to stay safe and not get into trouble. Keep my nose clean so to speak. But when I was jumped last week by three larger fuckers and put in the infirmary, I’d had enough.
These men needed to know that I was not one to be messed with. That I would kill them first and ask questions later.
Cross me and die.
My eyes popped open, memories of my nightmare slithering over my skin.
I placed my hand on my chest, trying to ease the racing of my heart.
Turning onto my side, I stared at Piper’s sleeping form. She was on her stomach, her head facing the other way. The covers had ridden below her ass, showing the curves of her rear that the pajama bottoms couldn’t cover.
My palm twitched, itching to reach out to her. To hold her. To tell her everything. How I felt. What I had to do to make it back to her. To tell her that I loved her.
I leaned over, placed a soft peck on her shoulder, and slid from the bed. Pulling a pair of gray sweatpants out of the bag my mom had given Piper, I slipped into them and left the bedroom.
A part of me expected Piper to want things back to the way they were. But were they even good then? I fucked her three times. Once in another country after stalking her beautiful ass, once in a bar, and the last time was in a car. Although, I probably shouldn’t have done that, she never complained.
Heading to the living room, my eyes landed on the box on the floor by the couch. Maybe I should read more of those journals, then I can get to know her better. I could figure out what she needed. What both of them needed and maybe I could figure out what I needed just the same.
Taking the box with me, I headed to Brynn’s room. I opened the door quietly and slipped inside. I never had a chance to tell Piper, but I loved the design of the room. It was warm and inviting. With a soft yellow for the walls, white furniture, and pigs of all shapes and sizes everywhere.
I smiled, my heart thumping hard at the love you could feel just by standing within the four walls.
Brynn was sleeping soundly in her crib and as much as I didn’t want to disturb her, I needed to feel her in my arms. I had heard that a baby could bond with their parent from having skin on skin contact. It was worth a shot and I was willing to try anything to help Brynn know exactly who I was.
Gently taking off her onesie without disturbing her, I lifted her in my arms. She cooed, stirring awake.
“Hey, baby girl,” I murmured, holding her against my chest.
She sighed, sucking on her soother. Her deep gray eyes fluttered closed, another sigh leaving her.
I chuckled, bringing her to the rocking chair in the corner of the room and kicking the box closer, so I could read while holding her.
Getting comfortable, I rested an ankle on the opposite knee, grabbed a journal, and began reading.
I felt the baby kick for the first time today. It was an odd feeling. Kind of like butterflies fluttering around in my belly. I was alone when it happened, so I couldn’t really celebrate with anyone. But I called up Luna and gushed and she did the same about her baby. I can’t believe we’re pregnant at the same time. I wish I could see her.
I frowned, wondering why she couldn’t see one of her best friends.
I turned the pages until I came across one that was dated after Brynn was born.
I had no idea what to name our daughter. I went on Pinterest and spent hours trying to find something unique. I came across Brynlee and fell in love. It’s perfect.
