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He was doing it last night, too.
“He’s not your son,” I feel the need to point out.
Quickly approaching Jude, I hold my arms out. Expecting him to pass Abel to me.
But he’s not even looking at me.
All his attention is centered on my only reason for existing.
Oblivious to the entire situation and my distress, Abel continues to babble and pat the tattoos on Jude’s chest. Fascinated by them.
“He is if I say he is,” Jude says and finally looks up at me. “It wouldn’t be the first time a man in my family claimed his firstborn from another man.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?” I demand, my need to grab Abel out of his arms growing by the second.
Staring into my eyes, his gleam with something I can only describe as... possessive. “It means I’ve officially claimed you both as mine. You are my family. And I’ll protect you both with my life if it comes to it.”
There’s so much conviction in his voice, so much heat in his eyes, I have no doubt he means every word he said.
And it scares the shit out of me.
Not only because it’s crazy and sick.
But because a part of me wants it more than anything.
There’s no way he could know he’s offering me everything I’ve ever desired.
Someone to stand at my side. Someone willing to help me and protect me.
A real family.
And here he is, a fucking stranger, a stranger who cuts off other people’s hands, offering me my deepest and darkest fantasy.
I know I’m supposed to be encouraging him. This is exactly what I signed up for when I accepted my uncle’s job. And this couldn’t be more perfect.
He wants me, is ready to commit to me, and I didn’t even have to turn myself into a prostitute to make it happen.
But encouraging him only so I can betray him later makes me feel sick to my stomach.
I don’t think I can do it.
Not without losing an important part of myself in the process.
Finally noticing my outstretched arms, Jude sighs, gives Abel a quick kiss on the head, and hands him to me.
Grateful he’s not holding Abel hostage to manipulate me, something Kyle often did, I take a few quick steps back.
Unfortunately, Abel isn’t as grateful.
Squirming in my arms, he tries to twist around, reaching for Jude. Babbling, “Ba, ba, ba.”
My throat tightening up with so many different emotions I can’t even begin to sort through them, I say, “You need to leave.”
Expression darkening, Jude takes a threatening step towards me. “No. I told you I’m not leaving you. In fact, I need you to start packing your things.”
“Why?” I ask, baffled that he could even ask that.
“Because my house is ready and you’re moving in with me.”
