8. Olivia
8
OLIVIA
We were at the clinic for hours where baby Madeline got every test under the sun. We learned she hasn’t been fed properly and has a horrible diaper rash that she needs medication for.
The doctors have put her on a round of antibiotics to fight off any infection as a precaution and got her records from the hospital, which show she was healthy at birth but was born a couple of weeks early.
The doctors also gave a feeding regime to help put some weight on her, but otherwise she is okay. Elle and Christopher had been doing shopping for us while we were at the doctor’s.
The doctor had some newborn clothes at her clinic so we have since changed and cleaned her up as best we could until we can get her home.
Now we are pulling up at the house and I let out a sigh of relief. Ronny has her in his truck with him. My back is killing me from how tense I am.
My boss threatened to fire me for the sudden vacation that I asked for, so I told her to let me go because this is more important to me and I know I’m the best she’s got.
She then closed her mouth and told me to come back to work as soon as I can. I believe it was fate that I got this case today, because the way this angel was living, I don’t think she could have made it too much longer.
Christopher runs out of our house and hands Ronny his credit card back. “Thanks for helping us out,” I say to him.
He smiles at me then turns around to look at where Elle walks to the door holding her daughter.
God, that kid is so in love with the two of them. I sigh happily, I love love.
Ronny reaches into the back seat and takes out the car seat and we walk up the steps into the house.
“We chose a room by yours to unload all of her stuff, if that’s okay?” Elle says sweetly and I reach over to hug her.
“Thank you so much for this.”
She hugs me back tightly. “If you guys need me to stay the night, I will do that,” she offers.
I’m more thankful than she could ever know. “I really appreciate your offer, but I guess we have to start somewhere.”
She laughs. “Trust me, I get it, but I had help also.” She looks over at Christopher from the corner of her eye.
I give Ronny a knowing grin. “Come on, my girls, let’s go,” Christopher says, and carries out their little girl with his free hand taking Elle’s.
It honestly blows my mind how every single guy in the MC are such gentlemen, their fathers have been amazing influences on all of them and the girls will know how they should be treated.
The door shuts and I am left alone with Ronny still holding Madeline in her car seat. We stand in the middle of the front room like we don’t have a clue what to do now.
“Holy shit, we are parents,” I voice my thoughts, and Ronny looks at me before bursting out laughing.
“We never do anything half-cocked, huh?” he says, and I shake my head, grinning because that is so true.
“Let’s go see the damage they have done to the guest room.” Ronny carries the baby up the stairs and I follow behind him.
The door to the guest room right next to ours is open. I can see a bassinet put together in the center of the room, clothes lying on the bed, bottles washed, formula that the doctor told us to get for her, diapers, and blankets. It’s like a store puked in here.
I find a small baby bath on the chest filled with baby soap and washcloths. “Elle and Christopher have been lifesavers,” I say, astounded at how much they have done in such a short time.
“That’s family for you, baby.” He rubs my back and sets the car seat on the floor, carefully lifting Madeline out of it.
“I will get the bath ready.” I’m nervous because she is so tiny, and what if I don’t do something right?
I have been around babies all my life, but this is different, we are totally responsible for her.
I google the right temperature for a newborn and fill up the baby bathtub. I sit on the edge of the tub and Ronny walks into the bathroom. He hands me Madeline and I take off her clothes, hissing at the sight of the diaper rash she has.
“Fuck, I hope it doesn’t hurt her when we bathe her.” I swallow hard. The doctor told us it’s best to get her as clean as possible to add the ointment, so she can heal.
Tears fill my eyes, scared and not wanting to cause her any more pain than she’s already in. Ronny kisses my cheek, getting on his knees beside me, and he gently lays her in the tub. I have the part installed in the tub for small babies.
She starts to cry the second she touches the water, and I press my face into Ronny shoulder, my heart broken.
“Shh, I’m so sorry, angel.” Ronny tries to soothe Madeline, and I gather myself because she needs me to be there for her.
I gather a washcloth and the soap, then carefully clean her, making sure to drain the water and refill the tub once the water gets dirty.
Once she is clean, I lift her out of the tub, and Ronny wraps her in a towel. He rubs her back gently, trying to keep her warm.
I follow him into the bedroom, where he has her lying on the bed. I take her ointment and lather it on her like the doctor instructed me to. Ronny then puts the diaper on her. Together, we put her in a long-sleeve onesie to keep her warm and grab a swaddle blanket to wrap her in.
She doesn’t have much hair, but I take the small little soft-bristle brush and smooth her hair over.
She is content now, yawning. “Want me to fix her a bottle and you can feed her?” I ask Ronny. “I think we should move the bassinet to our bedroom,” I add, not wanting her in another room in case we can’t hear her cry.
He nods. “Yeah, I will move it over.” He picks up the baby bed and carries it to our room.
I lift her into my arms, snuggling her to my chest. “Are you getting hungry, angel?” I ask her like she is going to answer me.
Ronny comes back. “Want to hold her while I fix her bottle?” I get nervous at the number of scoops I need to add to her milk because since she is underweight, I have to add extra.
I fix her bottle carefully and shake it up, making my way back up the stairs to drop it off to Ronny.
I stop at the door at the sight of Ronny holding baby Madeline, rubbing her cheek. I never knew how much he wanted to be a daddy until now.
He was made for this.
He looks like he is in complete bliss, my heart warms and I’m hit with a wave of happiness. This is what dreams are made of.
This angel was meant to be in our lives, it was fate because she was not meant to be one of my cases but that very moment changed our lives.
I love Ronny so much, but seeing him with this baby makes me love him even more. He looks up at me and smiles, a blissful look on his face, and I know it matches mine.
“Here we go.” I hand it to him, and he takes the bottle and rubs the teat gently across her lips. Madeline latches on instantly.
Ronny settles in the chair and starts to rock. I decide to prefill the bottles with water and set them next to the bed, so it will be easier to reach them tonight, along with diapers, wipes, her ointment, and extra clothes.
It takes me multiple trips but I get everything set up, and I turn around to go back to Ronny when he walks in the doorway holding her. “She fell asleep.” He chuckles and hands me the empty bottle.
He sets her on the bed and we both work to swaddle her tightly. “This won’t hurt her?” he asks me, and I think on it.
“I think they love this, but maybe we should google it.”
He gets his phone out, his fingers flying searching it up, then he nods to himself. “This is good for her, it helps them with the startle reflex or some shit like that.” At that, we finish wrapping her up in the blanket.
Her little face is peeking out, her mouth slightly open. Her lips are the color of roses, shaped like a heart. She is beautiful. Her skin is the color of Ronny’s, a lovely light brown, so I’m assuming that her biological father is white.
Her hair is dark, and her eyes are similar to Ronny’s but hers have a greener tint to them.
Holy shit, my dad is going to crap his pants.
“I swear it’s not even late, but I’m drained.”
He chuckles and pulls me into a hug. I bury my face into his chest, holding him back tightly. God, I never knew how much I needed this hug.
“It breaks my heart that this precious girl was in a dog bed, Ronny. Your aunt didn’t have any supplies for her. What if she was smothered to death in that bed?” My breath hitches at that. I want to kill his aunt for what she has done.
“Fuck, I hate my biological family members,” he hisses out softly so he doesn’t wake her. “Let’s go get something to eat, baby,” he tells me, and I look over at Madeline once more before we walk down the stairs to the kitchen.
“Christopher brought food and put it in the refrigerator for us to heat up.”
My heart warms. “You have an amazing family.” I love all of them. Even when Ronny was away, they made sure they were a huge part of my life.
“Your mother is going to die,” I suddenly tell him, and his eyes widen, almost dropping the food on the floor.
“She is.” He laughs. I love the sound of his laugh, the way his whole face lights up.
He is beautiful.
“Fuck, we are parents.” It hits me like a tidal wave again, our whole entire lives have completely changed.
We will be raising this little girl, and she will be going to school one day. Ronny looks off to the side of the kitchen, staring into space like it’s hitting him hard also.
I bust out laughing at the craziness of it all. “You know, when we planned to have a baby, I never imagined that it would be this quick.” I wink.
He scoots the food over, making his way to me with a determined look on his face. “I still plan to plant one in you.” His voice is husky, his hand going to my flat stomach. “Seeing you with Madeline?” He bites his lip. “It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
My hands go to his hips, stopping myself from pulling him out of his pants. “Seeing you hold her, care for her? I have never been more turned on in my life.”
He growls, fisting my hair slightly, tugging on the strands to tilt my head back. “Let me get you fed because I’m craving for some sweet dessert.”
Ronny
Olivia is out. She was asleep in seconds after I ate her out until she orgasmed twice from my mouth.
I know she would have had sex, but she is too sore to take me again and I get more pleasure from seeing her fall apart under my tongue than anything else.
She is beautiful, but the way she comes apart under me… she is a goddess. Her face is peaceful, a slight smile on her face.
The way I love her.
I love her to my fucking core.
The things I would do to protect her, to keep anything from touching her and hurting her.
It fucking affected me when I saw my aunt. I pretended it didn’t but she is someone who didn’t protect me and more importantly, she was failing her baby.
She never helped me, and my mom was an absolute shit to me, and now I have Madeline lying in the bassinet next to the bed.
My girl never once hesitated to give that angel a home in her heart, her face was fierce and she was ready to do whatever it took to protect that baby.
I hear a little whimper from her little bed. I’m over there to her in a few seconds before Olivia wakes up.
Madeline’s face is scrunched up. I lift her out of the bed, grabbing her bottle and formula on the way out to her nursey to change her.
The room has a soft glow from the lamp in the corner, and I note that she will need a crib and a changing table.
She settles in the crook of my arm. I could fit her in the palm of my hand because of how tiny she is.
I lay her gently on the bed and unwrap her from her little cocoon. “I know, it’s cold but I will hurry,” I try to soothe her, then change her diaper, applying her ointment again.
This angel will never have to sit in her own piss and waste ever again to the point that it burns and hurts her.
She will never have to know when her next meal will be, or if Mommy’s boyfriends are weirdos who like little kids. Or know a mom that would sell the clothes off her child’s back if it meant she could buy her drugs. My aunt loved men almost as much as her drugs.
Madeline will never know that life.
We are going to break the cycle of our generational curse.
I wrap her back up and she yawns, still angry. “Are you hungry, sweet girl?” I fix her bottle with one hand and settle into the rocking chair.
She latches on like I just didn’t feed her a couple of hours ago, and boy does she get pissed when I have to burp her halfway through, but she quietens the second I feed her again.
I yawn, getting sleepy myself, as her little eyes drift shut. I burp her one last time and grab the pacifier off the table. It’s been removed from its packaging and I know it was washed earlier with the bottles.
She stops whining and I sigh, rocking her back to sleep. Madeline is out within a minute. I carry her back to her little bed, pulling it closer to my side of our bed, and lay down before dragging Olivia to me.