AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Standing up with him in my arms, I escort us to the front door, saying, “Your safety and our children’s lives are the most important thing to me.”
“Jude.” Eden stops me by placing a hand on my shoulder. “Promise me something.”
“Eden…” I say but trail off as she shakes her head.
“No, listen to me. Before we go inside, promise me that if anything ever happens to me, you’ll take care of Abel. No matter the cost.”
My heart slams in my chest and I can feel it sinking into the pit of my stomach at the very thought of anything happening to my angel. “Nothing will happen to you.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Eden rasps, and I can see the pain it causes her to talk. “Promise me, no matter what, our children’s lives will be paramount to your own.”
“I promise,” comes from my dry lips. “I promise I will die for them.”
12
Eden
As Jude proudly gives me a tour of his house, I feel like I’m losing my grip on reality.
So much shit has happened to me recently, to metoday, I feel like my very sanity is cracking, on the verge of shattering.
When Jude leads me to the kitchen and I spot a highchair, my brain completely disconnects from the rest of my body.
It’s almost like I’m an observer on the outside watching this all play out when I stop and ask, “Do you have a child, Jude?”
Still holding Abel, Jude turns towards me and gives me a strange smile. “What do you mean?”
My finger points to the highchair but I feel nothing at all. I don’t feel my arm lifting, and I certainly don’t feel any emotion. “You already have a highchair…”
Jude looks at my finger then he pointedly looks at the highchair before his smile grows broader. “That’s for Abel.”
If I was in my right mind, I’d probably ask when he bought it.
Did he buy it the night we met? Or has he had it for longer?
How long has he been planning on a woman with a baby moving in with him?
But I’m not in my right mind.
I’m so fucked up right now, I simply nod my head, accepting that answer, and follow him into the living room.
Because probing deeper might unearth more disturbing revelations.
And Lord knows I’ve had enough of those already.
I’m at my absolute fucking limit.
My eyes scan over his furniture and all the baby stuff that’s been set up, seeing but not really seeing.
It all means nothing to me.
Until we reach the nursery.
Bouncing Abel in his arms and his eyes lighting up with happiness, Jude walks up to the crib pushed against the right wall.
“This is your bed, Abel,” he says with a touch of pride. “What do you think?”
Abel babbles back at him.
