Page 69 of Retribution
“I know, I’m sorry,” Isolde croons, appearing flustered as she tears open the rear passenger door. “You’re coming out of there right fucking now.”
She quickly undoes the straps of the car seat and lifts a baby with blonde hair and a scrunched up nose. Tears are streamingdown the baby’s face and my heart begins to pound with confusion.
Abambina.
“What’s going on,topolina?” I ask.
“I’ll tell you,” she says breathlessly. “First, this little girl is probably an orphan and she’s mine now. She started crying fifteen minutes ago, and I was so close to getting here that I kept going.”
I can either choose to freak out or accept it.
“Can I hold her?” I ask, holding my arms out. “Grab your things and let’s see why she’s so mad. I don’t know the first thing about this little girl, but we can figure it out together.”
Oliver takes a deep breath, and I can see the moment he faces the same choice I just made.
“Okay, Kitten,” he whispers. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” she sighs, carefully giving the baby to me with a blanket wrapped around her. The winter weather is cold, but the warmth of the thick blanket will help until we get inside.
“Does she have a name?” Oliver asks after her as she crawls into the SUV to grab her bags.
“Nope. I almost burned the house up around her,” Isolde confesses, getting back out and shutting the door. At the look of horror on our faces, she nods. “Yeah, that’s pretty much how I feel about it.”
She strides into the house without a glance back at us and we follow her. Woefully out of my scope of skill, I hold thebambinain my arms, awkwardly rubbing her back as she continues to cry.
Isolde walks straight toward the kitchen and begins to make a bottle for thebambina, appearing to know what she’s doing.
“Have you been around babies before?” Oliver asks slowly.
“No, but I have a great memory. I watched someone make a bottle, so now I can at least manage this and change a diaper. The rest is up in the air,” she grunts. “Let’s go to the living roomand I’ll explain. Then you can tell me if you can roll with this or not.”
“Roll with this,” Oliver echoes.
Shifting the baby to my left arm, I smack the dick over the head to reboot him. Maybe it’ll work.
“Stop being broken,” I hiss as she leaves the room. “Thebambinais a deal breaker for her. I can feel it here.”
I lift the baby up and down, but I mean my chest. It’s difficult to speak with my hands when they’re a little full.
“Bambina… Ah, fuck. This is insane, but if she feels attached to this baby, then there’s nothing more to do. I guess you’re ours,” Oliver says, addressing thebambinaand I.
“Where’s my baby?” Isolde calls out from the living room.
Oliver turns and walks head first into the wall, leaving me to chuckle after him. He’s an idiot. We’re all very private, suspicious alphas. However, this baby is innocent.
Oliver is going to need to acclimate.
Getting my feet moving, I bring thebambinato Isolde, sitting beside her as she takes her and opens the blanket from around her body. A moment later, she encourages the baby to take the bottle, and then runs her thumb inside the diaper.
“What are you doing?” I ask, jaw dropped.
“I suspect that’s the easiest way to check for wetness,” Oliver drawls, making Isolde’s lips twitch.
“She’s wet,” Isolde sighs. “I’ll change her after she eats. Here’s how everything went.”
Isolde leans back, appearing completely comfortable as she does, explaining everything. I swear, my asshole puckered, packed up, and ran away as she gave every detail of how she killed Toad.
“You’re really fucking scary,” I whisper. I’m disturbingly turned on as I lean over to help her take off her shoes.
