Chapter 34 Baby #2
Jai picks up his knocking pace, hitting the door harder and faster.
"Man quit, it's gonna scare the baby that's in there," Theo pulls him away from the door. He's excited to see the baby.
"Do you have the key to get in?" Jai asks the woman and she takes a ring of keys out her pocket. She sticks a key in the door and opens it.
The guys turn to me. They look at me expectantly, waiting for me to walk in first. I roll my eyes and push the door open.
Dawn's baby sits on the floor next to the small bed in the center of the room, his clothes dirty and tears in his eyes. Theo goes to him as soon as he sees him.
Dawn's nowhere to be found.
I walk to the closed bathroom door and pray to God she's not in there doing something I really don't want to see.
I open the door and she lies on the ground pale and looking like she's passed out with her head propped up against the bathtub, facing the sink.
White powder covers a small portion of the sink counter. I look down and a syringe hangs out the veins of her left arm.
She's not just passed out.
"Fuck," I whisper.
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"Hello sweet," Azalea answers on just the second ring and I relax at hearing her voice.
"Are you on your way back? Because I was thinking about having spaghetti for dinner, I know how much you like it," her voice comes out sweetly and happily and I frown.
"I'm not gonna be home until later. Some things went not according to plan and now I have a shit ton of paperwork to do," I tell her gently and she lets out a soft 'oh.'
"I'm sorry."
"No, no, hush your mouth crackhead. It's perfectly fine, I understand," she assures me aggressively.
I look down at the baby attached to my leg, holding onto it for dear life.
"Go and get your work done and I love you," she says.
"I love you too," we hang up and I look down at the one-year-old.
Why does he like me? Hell if I know.
He looks up at me.
"Dada?"
"Jesus Christ," I mumble.
We could've been gone almost an hour ago but the CPS social worker who's supposed to come get the baby left on vacation. So they had to call in another.
The fucker is really taking his time.
"Do you think you might actually be the dad?" Lincoln questions from beside me. I swear to God I'm going to break his arms.
I look down at the kid's curly bright red hair.
"You know what? I bet I am his fucking dad- shut the fuck up," I send him a glare.
I feel a rumble from the kid's ass on my foot. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
"Theo, this kid just shit on my foot."
"Nuh-uh," he dismisses.
"I felt it."
He bends down and picks the kid up. The kid starts crying. My headache worsens. The kid screams. I feel like lying in the middle of the road.
He looks down his diaper. Then he looks back at me, his nose scrunched.
"He sharted on you," Theo laughs.
"You have to change him," Jai nods to the small diaper bag that was in the hotel room.
"No thank you, that's not a job for me," Theo dismisses the suggestion.
They look at me.
What the fuck?
"Hey, you're the boss here. You get the hardest jobs, so here you go-"
"Don't give me that baby," he pushes the kid at me and I hold him under his arms, the fuck away from me.
I'm quitting this job and getting another job at a gas station.
I look at the police cars and the ambulance this is closer to the motel and avoid eye contact with the child.
"Dada."
"Not your dad."
"Dada."
"No."
"Dada," he giggles.
"God help me."
On the bright side, it only took twenty minutes from when the kid shit himself to the time the CPS worker was able to pick him up.
It hurt just a bit seeing that kid cry and extend his arms out to me when the worker took him. The kid's only a year old and he's already been through too much shit.
"Shit," Theo drawls out at we get back into the cars to go back home, "I think I've got baby fever."
"I need a baby mama," he adds.
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Paperwork fills up my desk and I look up at the clock on the wall. I can't even calculate the fucking time before the door is busting open.
"I brought you spaghetti Sugar," Lilah rushes through the door and I feel the corners of my lips rise.
God her spaghetti tastes like fucking heaven.
I glance at her figure. Glance.
"What? You looking at my goodies," she walks closer to me. Even though I glanced, that doesn't mean I wasn't looking at her 'goodies'.
"Yes."
She places the bowl of spaghetti in front of me and she leans down, kissing the side of my head.
I peek down her shirt just a bit and pull her onto my lap. She fits perfect.
I go to take a bite but she stops me. She leans in close to me and she smells my shirt.
"Excuse me sir," she leans away from me, "why do you smell like cigarettes?"
"Smoked a whole damn pack that's why," I shove that spaghetti in my mouth and she slaps the fork out of my hand.
I had that coming.
She stares at me. More like glares at me. Then she softens.
"No you didn't," she calms back down.
She suddenly bounces on my lap. I grip onto her waist, gritting my teeth.
"Guess what, guess what, guess what?" she smiles excitedly.
"What?" I mumble.
"Abby asked if I wanted to spend the day with her tomorrow and I am! I'm excited," she leans forward, quickly kissing my cheek.
I'm a little jealous.
Just a bit.
A bit.
I live with her though and I always get to spend time with her. Still a little jealous though.
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Thanks for reading! I haven't done a chapter in Grey's POV in a while so I thought I'd change it up a little bit.
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Word count: 3000
-Ashlyn Montgomery