Page 9 of Anarchy

“I love you, baby. You’re so strong. I can’t wait for you to hold our babies. I just need your beautiful heart to pump for me. Please. Dario would want you to live. Don’t give in. Please stay with me. With us.” I cry, rubbing my hands over her head as I hear a faint infant cry in the distance and I take a deep breath.

“Come on, baby. Please, please, please. One baby is here. Let’s get the other one out, then I need you to fight. Fucking fight, Jade.” I growl as they press the paddles to her one more time and the monitors finally respond. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“That’s my girl. Keep fighting, baby. You got this,” I whisper, kissing her cheek.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I praise.

“Sir,” The doc calls to me and I look up.

“I’m sorry, but the other baby is gone,” he says, and I hang my head, resting it against Jade’s.

“I failed us. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry, baby. Fuck,” I whisper as tears pour down my face.

“Time of death for Infant Rivers, 7:15 p.m.,” the doc calls out, wrapping the baby in a pink blanket.

“Can you cut the cords, please?” he asks, and I nod, walking over to the warming station as he hands me the scissors. I cut the cords, and he places both babies in my arms. Looking down at them, I sob. I sob for the daughter I lost, the daughter who’s healthy and alive, and for my wife who’s still struggling on the surgery table. I kiss both of their foreheads.

“Haven, we love you, and I hope your daddy came down to take you back with him to heaven. Rest peacefully, our beautiful girl,” I whisper, placing a gentle kiss on her tiny cheek. “Hazel. Welcome to the world, beautiful girl. We love you,” I whisper, placing a kiss on her head full of black hair. She opens her eyes, and I sob harder, wishing Dario was here to see this. She has his eyes; his beautiful bi-colored eyes. She smiles up at me, and my heart literally melts for her. I place my finger in her small hand, rubbing my thumb along her tiny fingers.

“Perfect. You’re both perfect,” I whisper as the nurse comes over, taking both of the girls.

“It’s time for their first bath, and I need to get their weight and height. Go back over to your wife. She will be stitched up in no time,” she says with a small frown.

I hang my head once again and walk over to sit back down, laying my head against Jade’s

“I love you, and I’m so fucking sorry,” I whisper.

Leaving here without Haven is going to be one of the hardest things we will ever have to do, and I’m not sure if we will ever be able to come back from this.

Chapter 8

Dreamscapes

Jade

Walking down the hallway towards the bedroom we built for the twins, I crack open the door to find my husband rocking our babies to sleep. I lean against the door frame and watch as he hums a tune to them softly, and kisses both of their heads. My heart does a little flip at seeing my Rio soft for his girls. How does a man who craves the fight, whose hands are soaked in blood, hold these little girls as if they are the center of his world? I never thought I’d witness him being so hands on. I never feel frustrated or restless. He always comes in and takes over no matter the time of day. But I’m not going to lie, he makes me feral for him. My libido has never been this high before, and not just with him. All of them have stepped up and I couldn’t have asked for better dads for our girls. I’m so deep in awe that I didn’t notice him get up and place the girls in their cribs. His scent wafts over me, bringing me back to reality and snapping out of my thoughts.

Our eyes collide and he looks hungry for me. I back away from the door frame as he smirks. I giggle and rush back down the hallway as fast as I can, but I don’t get far. His powerful arms wrap around my waist, halting my movements.

“Kitten,” he warns. “Where you running off to, baby?” he asks, and I giggle as his nose slowly runs along the column of my neck, sending shivers down my body. I groan as his fingers slide into my waistband, slipping into my panties, finding my clit.

“Rio,” I breathe, pressing my ass into his hardening cock.

“I love when you call me that,” he groans, sucking the soft spot right below my ear. “Where are the others?” he asks as he continues to toy with my needy clit.

“Jamie is at the office, Spade is-s,” I pant, licking my lips, wanting to cum so fucking bad.

“Is where Kitten?” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear, but I can’t think. My senses are heightened with each stroke of his finger.

“I-I don’t know.” I whimper as he slows his pace, spinning me to face him. He presses me against the wall, removing his fingers from my soaked pussy, sliding them into his mouth.

“Mmm, sweet baby.” He growls, pulling down my red tank, letting my tits spill out. He gently rolls my nipples with his thumbs, causing my body to shiver.

“I miss them being pierced,” He admits, bending slightly, taking one into his mouth. I moan at the contact, gripping his black hair as he sucks the hardened peaks, swirling his tongue. “I love the way your milk tastes, it makes me fucking crazy.” He groans as my eyes roll.

“Big Man, I need you inside me. Make me cum,” I beg as I hear a baby's faint cry in the distance. I look down at him as he begins to disappear. “No, please. Stay, Dario. Please. Don’t fucking leave me. This is the only time I get to see you,” I beg but other voices get louder, and a baby's cry gets closer the further he disappears into thin air. “Noooooo!” I scream, reaching out to him as my vision spins and I’m thrusted into the present.

“When she wakes up, I want to know who the hell did this to her. It’s been forty- eight hours. I’m fucking worried, Reid,” Jamie spits as I slowly peel my eyes open. The white light blinds me and I shut them, not being able to withstand the intensity of it.

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