Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
That was an image I could definitely get used to seeing. Seeing Adelaide being a mom… fuck, it was a sexy as hell sight. I could watch her take care of Axel all day. She was a natural at it. Anyone looking at them would never even think Adelaide wasn’t his biological mother.
Turning on the lamp on my dresser, I cast the room in a soft orange glow, breathing a slight sigh of relief as Adelaide and Axel continued to sleep, not stirring the slightest bit.
Someone knocked softly on the door, and I yanked it open to find Reina, one of the club girls, on the other side, a baby bottle in her hand. She’d come to me a little while back, begging for sanctuary, saying someone from the bar had sent her to me. So, I’d welcomed her in, though I knew that I made her nervous. It’d been every jerky movement she made and the way her eyes had nervously shifted and refused to look at me for too long.
“Adelaide asked me to bring a bottle when it got to nine,” she explained at my questioning look, swallowing hard as she cast her eyes from me in submission.
Reina was still a little new to the club, and I knew that I intimidated her. In fact, I was pretty sure that this was the first time she had ever actually spoken to me outside of me laying down the ground rules for her when she first came to me for help and I welcomed her into the club, promising her safety from whatever or whoever she’d been running from.
Something had happened to the woman, but I didn’t pry into people’s personal shit. All I did was offer protection and make sure no one harmed her again.
I took the bottle from her with a gruff thanks, remembering that Axel needed to eat every couple of hours since he was a newborn. I softly shut the door behind me, setting Axel’s bottle on the dresser, deciding to feed him after I got a quick shower so that Adelaide could continue to sleep.
Taking the quickest shower that I had in history, I quickly yanked on a pair of sweatpants before I strode over to the bed. I grabbed the bottle off of the dresser on my way to the bed. Gently, I shook Adelaide awake, not wanting to alarm her by trying to slide Axel out of her arms.
It hadn’t even been a full twelve hours since we’d brought the boy home, and she was already extremely protective of him. She was a perfect mother, even if she didn’t realize it or believe it herself. Axel and our little one would be extremely lucky to have her to call mom.
I just couldn’t wait to see what kind of mom she would be to her own flesh and blood if she was like this with Axel. But something told me that she would always treat Axel with the same love and attention that she would give our own baby.
She blinked up at me tiredly. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice rough and thick with sleep.
“Give me Axel so that I can feed him,” I gently ordered, reaching out to tuck some of her soft hair behind her ear.
She slowly released him, allowing me to grab him off her chest. He whimpered in protest but quieted as soon as I brought him close to my chest, placing the bottle at his lips. He instantly latched on, his eyes never opening.
“Don’t forget to burp him,” Adelaide murmured as she slid down the pillows so she was laying down flat on the bed, curling into a ball on her side as she quickly passed back out.
I gently sat on the bed, being careful not to jostle her. Then, I looked down at Axel, finding him already looking up at me as he drank from his bottle, his blue eyes, which strangely looked a hell of a lot like mine, locking on my face.
“That woman loves you like her own, kid,” I told him quietly. He ran his eyes over my face. “Even if your father didn’t want you, you’re always going to have a family,” I swore. “We will love you and take care of you just like the baby she’s currently pregnant with—the little one that will be your little brother or sister.”
And he would always have a family with us. No matter what happened, Axel would always have a home, would always have people that he could rely on, no matter how old he got.
And knowing Adelaide, she would never turn her back on him, no matter what he may do when he got older. Her love was unconditional. I’d seen that love of hers three times now—with Tristan, then Joey, and now me. Her love was beautiful to everyone else, but when she couldn’t control it, for her, it was toxic.