Page 83 of Deadly Sweet

He opens the truck door, and my eyes widen when I see it stuffed with bags.

“All of this...” I step forward, pulling a few of the bags open to find some fuzzy blankets. “Is for me?” I ask, watery eyes flicking up to his.

“Of course,” he nods.

I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but I burst out into tears. Like big, ugly tears.

“Fuck. Savvy. Baby, are you okay?” Walker asks, voice panicky.

“What the fuck did you do?” Caleb shouts as he storms over to us.

“Nothing!” Walker says defensively, his wide eyes looking over to him. “At least, I don’t think I did. Shit, Savvy, I’m so sorry. I can return it all.”

I shake my head, crying harder because I don’t want him to do that. I want it all. I love the fact that he spoiled me. That he cared enough to do this for me.

“No,” I sob. “I love it. I really do.”

“You do?” Caleb frowns.

“Really? Then why are you crying?” Walker asks, dumbfounded.

“I don’t know!” I shout, fanning my face, ordering myself to chill the fuck out and stop this nonesense. “I think I’m broken,” I sob. “Help me. I can’t stop crying.”

I was literally kidnapped and tortured, also raped, for years, and I’ve never cried. I only cried when I lost my baby, because I was utterly heartbroken.

But I’m not heartbroken right now. I’m the complete opposite. I feel happy, thrilled, fucking over the moon.

So why the fuck am I sobbing uncontrollably?

“Shit. Did I break her?” Walker asks, sounding frazzled. “Leroy. Help!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You're not broken. Everything is alright.” Leroy steps up to me. He cups my now wet face. “Eyes on me, Little Omega.” I look at him, blinking through the tears, chest heaving. “Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.”

I do as he tells me to, copying him. It takes a few moments, but soon my crying shifts into little hiccups.

“You're feeling big emotions, aren't you? And you don’t know how to handle them?”

I nod my head, sniffling. “I’ve never had anyone do anything nice for me,” I whisper.

Leroy smiles. “Is this something you don’t want?”

“I want it,” I answer quickly.

“Do you like what Walker did?” I nod. “Would you like more of that? Us spoiling you?” I nod again, another sniffle.

“I really, really like it,” I whisper.

“Good.” Leroy leans forward, kissing my forehead. “We are more than happy to spoil you rotten.” That has my chest warming with butterflies as he brushes the tears away with his thumbs.

Feeling a little embarrassed, I wipe my eyes with the back of my hands and look up at Walker through my lashes. “Sorry about that.”

Walker huffs out a laugh. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Little Killer.” He pulls me into a tight hug. I melt into his touch, my face rubbing against his chest as I greedily suck in lungfuls of his scent. “I’m just glad you're happy.”

“So happy,” I murmur.

“How about we help you get this stuff inside. You can pick one of the empty bedrooms as your own,” Jake says, joining us, Athena strapped to his chest in one of those carriers like Leroy was wearing before.

How is wearing a baby so sexy?

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