This moment was always going to be difficult for my Angel. Especially knowing what we do now about the cult and Daniel being her cousin. They were both puppets being controlled by their parents, but ultimately, evil doesn’t win in this story.
While Bobbi sleeps, we spend the next few hours talking with the nurse. She’s smart and decided her life was worth living, so she’s been educating Abbey and me on Bobbi’s needs. Given Bobbi has grown and developed quickly, basically the same as a regular newborn now, things shouldn’t be too complicated moving forward.
That’s fucking good news, but dread still sits heavily in my gut as questions remain unanswered.
We didn’t get a chance to ask Elizabeth, but Caroline was there that day when they all worked together to kidnap Bobbi, so she knows what really fucking happened.
“Was Bobbi dead when she arrived at the hospital?" I ask, and two sets of wide eyes dart to me.
One set hardens quickly, shooting straight back to Caroline.
“Was she?” Abbey snaps, and Caroline gulps, shaking her head.
“No… she was struggling, but alive. Dr Madden moved her into the NICU, and because most of the nurses and doctors were working on the COVID ward, there really weren’t many witnesses,” Caroline explains.
“There must have been some though,” I snap, gritting my fucking teeth. “You can’t exactly transport a premature baby in a fucking car.”
Caroline nods, her fear-filled eyes darting between me and my wife. “Dr Madden arranged for private patient transport. Someone that owed her or something. They never got out of the ambulance though. The doctor, Elizabeth and I did all the work, and the driver never once spoke to us. He or she just drove us here and then left again. Dr Madden assured us that the driver wouldn’t snitch.”
Tears fill Abbey’s eyes as she stares at the nurse, disbelief washing over her expression.
“The doctor took me to the morgue. Showed me a dead baby.”
Caroline nods. “There had been a stillborn delivery the morning before.”
In a flash, Abbey’s hand whips out and slaps across Caroline’s cheek, the sound loud as the nurse sobs.
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
“You know anything about the sandbag in the coffin?” I snap, and Caroline shrugs.
“The doc said she would take care of that part. She has all the contacts to pull it off, I guess.” Caroline sobs, her focus remaining on my wife. “I was just trying to help my friend.”
“Look how well that turned out.” Abbey sneers, curling her lip before turning her back on the nurse and focusing on her daughter.
The rest of the day is gloomy, not just from the sombre mood in the house, but from the rain that starts to pelt the cabin windows about mid-morning. Hunkering down, my men get some well-needed sleep as they take turns keeping watch outside and on the road we came in on, and we continue to spend time getting to know little Bobbi.
Caroline takes us through the process of bathing Bobbi, and Abbey feeds her again, something I didn’t know if I’d feel okay with since those ripe tits have been mine for so long.
But fuck, the sight of my Angel learning how to be a mum, something which is clear to us all is far more natural to her than even she was expecting. Right before my eyes, I watch the two of them bond, and it’s as if they haven’t been separated for eight fucking weeks.
It’s fucking beautiful.
“You doing okay, man?” JD shoulder bumps me, his hair damp from the shower he had a few minutes ago.
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Just admiring my wife and baby.”
When I glance at JD, he’s grinning from ear to fucking ear.
“You’re a good man. You know that, right?”
I frown at his words, and he chuckles.
“Not every guy could look at a kid that isn’t biologically his the way you are, like you just won the lottery.”
I scoff out a laugh, shifting my gaze back to Abbey as she cradles Bobbi to her chest while running her delicate fingers across her daughter’s forehead, speaking softly.
“I have won the lottery.” I shrug. “That’s what it feels like. I have a beautiful wife, and her little baby needs me to step up and be her daddy. There’s nothing that will get in my way of doing that.”
