Page 26 of Omen's Bombshell

“I agree. This will give Oaklynn what she wants and give the club another revenue for income,” Homicide states, his attention on me and only me.

“Anyone else have anythin’ to say?” my dad asks, the smile still on his face as he looks around the table. “Vote on it.”

We go around the table and everyone agrees to my plan for bringing in a funeral home to our latest business venture. This is something new for us and I’m going to have to do my research before I move forward with the plans. I’ll have to figure out exactly what’s needed when it comes to starting a funeral home. My dad tells me to bring them a business plan so we can move forward with the plan and agrees not to say a word to Oaklynn. No one will tell her until I’m ready to reveal the surprise. Calling church, I’m one of the first one’s through the door to grab my phone and gun before heading to the kitchen to get the dinner my mom made for us tonight. Once I have everything, I don’t linger to have a drink with the guys. I’ve gone all day without seeing my girls and I’m more than ready to be with them and only them for the rest of the night.

Chapter Sixteen

Oaklynn

LAST NIGHT WAS rough. Amanda didn’t sleep more than maybe two hours all night long and I had a hard time getting her to calm down when she was awake. While Omen was here with me as he is most nights, I let him sleep because I know the build he’s working on for the fire department is important and he needs to be fully awake and alert while building the bike. He did get up with me a few times, but for the most part I let him sleep. I walked the cottage with Amanda in my arms, sang to her, and did everything I could think of to get our little girl to stop crying. Just after Omen left, I finally figured out what Amanda’s problem was. She was full of gas despite me burping her and it finally worked its way out of her little body. When she finally stopped crying and I was able to get her to sleep, I laid down on the floor next to the crib and closed my eyes. Still, I didn’t manage to sleep because I was worried she’d wake up and I wouldn’t hear her because I was so exhausted.

Once again, Omen woke up last night to me crying. I’d been up with Amanda for four hours straight with her whimpering and crying. My exhaustion was too much for me at that point and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. So, he walked in the nursery to me crying my eyes out. He immediately took Amanda from me and held me close to him with one arm wrapped around my body. I cried until I had no more tears left to get rid of before he ushered me into my bedroom and put me to bed. I didn’t sleep, preferring to listen to him take care of Amanda. After an hour, I took her back from him and told him to go back to bed because one of us needed to get some sleep and I didn’t have to be to work early the next morning. Or, I should say, early that day. Omen fought me on it, but in the end I won and he went to bed while I remained up with our little girl.

Today, I’m dragging ass as I sit on the couch with Amanda in her bassinet right next to me. I’m in desperate need of a shower and sleep but I won’t be getting any of that until Omen shows up after work. I don’t think Melissa or Marie are showing up today because neither one of them have called me. They usually at least send a message when they wake up if they plan on coming over to see the baby and me. To say I’m surprised when a knock sounds on the door of the cottage would be an understatement. I jump off the couch and check on Amanda to ensure she’s still sleeping before making my way over to see who’s here. Looking through the peephole in the door, I find Marie standing there with a smile on her face. I swear this woman doesn’t ever show up when she’s not smiling.

Opening the door, I greet Omen’s mom. “Marie, it’s good to see you. I didn’t think you were coming over today.”

“I wasn’t planning on coming over until later, but Omen called me. He said you were up all night with Amanda and would need a nap today. So, here I am,” she tells me as I step back and make room for her to enter the cottage. “Is she okay now?”

“She is. She had a gas bubble and finally got rid of it just after he left to go to the shop. Amanda just went to sleep,” I answer her as we make our way to the living room where I have the bassinet set up.

“Good. Now it’s time for you to go to bed. I know you’re gonna wanna take a shower or do a million other things. Oaklynn, you look like shit and I can see how exhausted you are. Go to bed. I’ll take care of Amanda. If I can’t get her to eat, Rooster will come over to help me. Do you have milk in the fridge?” she asks me, looking down at her granddaughter as I stand next to her with tears in my eyes.

“Yeah. I’ve got a bottle ready for her. Thank you, Marie,” I tell her, not even bothering to try to put up a fight because I’m that exhausted right now and know I need to sleep or I won’t be able to take care of my daughter when Marie leaves.

“We’re family, Oaklynn. You don’t ever have to thank me for helping you when you need it. Omen would be here but you know he’s in the middle of that build. He wasn’t about to leave you alone though,” she tells me, sitting on the couch and picking up the remote to turn on the TV while keeping the volume low so it doesn’t wake Amanda up.

With a smile on my face, I head for my bedroom. I don’t change my clothes or anything before I collapse on the mattress and pull the blankets up to my chin. I’m asleep the second my head hits the pillow and I dream of the future I want to have with Omen and Amanda at my side.

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Waking up, I jolt upin bed and look around completely disoriented for a minute. I don’t hear anything in the cottage as I jump out of bed and head for the nursery. Amanda isn’t in her crib as I rush to the living room, barely remembering Marie showed up after getting a call from Omen about last night. I find her holding Amanda in her arms with the bottle on the table in front of her. She’s burping my girl as I take a deep breath and move to sit next to her on the couch.

“How was she?” I ask Marie, smiling down at my girl as her little eyes start to flutter closed in sleep.

“She’s been a perfect angel. Just ate again and I got her to burp a few times. Now she’s going back to sleep. Didn’t even have to call Rooster over to feed her and he hates it,” she says, laughing a little because Rooster does value his time with Amanda and has been visiting more often every week we’re home. “How did you sleep?”

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