Page 35 of Ronny

Ronny reaches into the back seat and takes out the car seat and we walk up the steps into the house.

“We chose a room by yours to unload all of her stuff, if that’s okay?” Elle says sweetly and I reach over to hug her.

“Thank you so much for this.”

She hugs me back tightly. “If you guys need me to stay the night, I will do that,” she offers.

I’m more thankful than she could ever know. “I really appreciate your offer, but I guess we have to start somewhere.”

She laughs. “Trust me, I get it, but I had help also.” She looks over at Christopher from the corner of her eye.

I give Ronny a knowing grin. “Come on, my girls, let’s go,” Christopher says, and carries out their little girl with his free hand taking Elle’s.

It honestly blows my mind how every single guy in the MC are such gentlemen, their fathers have been amazing influences on all of them and the girls will know how they should be treated.

The door shuts and I am left alone with Ronny still holding Madeline in her car seat. We stand in the middle of the front room like we don’t have a clue what to do now.

“Holy shit, we are parents,” I voice my thoughts, and Ronny looks at me before bursting out laughing.

“We never do anything half-cocked, huh?” he says, and I shake my head, grinning because that is so true.

“Let’s go see the damage they have done to the guest room.” Ronny carries the baby up the stairs and I follow behind him.

The door to the guest room right next to ours is open. I can see a bassinet put together in the center of the room, clothes lying on the bed, bottles washed, formula that the doctor told us to get for her, diapers, and blankets. It’s like a store puked in here.

I find a small baby bath on the chest filled with baby soap and washcloths. “Elle and Christopher have been lifesavers,” I say, astounded at how much they have done in such a short time.

“That’s family for you, baby.” He rubs my back and sets the car seat on the floor, carefully lifting Madeline out of it.

“I will get the bath ready.” I’m nervous because she is so tiny, and what if I don’t do something right?

I have been around babies all my life, but this is different, we are totally responsible for her.

I google the right temperature for a newborn and fill up the baby bathtub. I sit on the edge of the tub and Ronny walks into the bathroom. He hands me Madeline and I take off her clothes, hissing at the sight of the diaper rash she has.

“Fuck, I hope it doesn’t hurt her when we bathe her.” I swallow hard. The doctor told us it’s best to get her as clean as possible to add the ointment, so she can heal.

Tears fill my eyes, scared and not wanting to cause her any more pain than she’s already in. Ronny kisses my cheek, getting on his knees beside me, and he gently lays her in the tub. I have the part installed in the tub for small babies.

She starts to cry the second she touches the water, and I press my face into Ronny shoulder, my heart broken.

“Shh, I’m so sorry, angel.” Ronny tries to soothe Madeline, and I gather myself because she needs me to be there for her.

I gather a washcloth and the soap, then carefully clean her, making sure to drain the water and refill the tub once the water gets dirty.

Once she is clean, I lift her out of the tub, and Ronny wraps her in a towel. He rubs her back gently, trying to keep her warm.

I follow him into the bedroom, where he has her lying on the bed. I take her ointment and lather it on her like the doctor instructed me to. Ronny then puts the diaper on her. Together, we put her in a long-sleeve onesie to keep her warm and grab a swaddle blanket to wrap her in.

She doesn’t have much hair, but I take the small little soft-bristle brush and smooth her hair over.

She is content now, yawning. “Want me to fix her a bottle and you can feed her?” I ask Ronny. “I think we should move the bassinet to our bedroom,” I add, not wanting her in another room in case we can’t hear her cry.

He nods. “Yeah, I will move it over.” He picks up the baby bed and carries it to our room.

I lift her into my arms, snuggling her to my chest. “Are you getting hungry, angel?” I ask her like she is going to answer me.

Ronny comes back. “Want to hold her while I fix her bottle?” I get nervous at the number of scoops I need to add to her milk because since she is underweight, I have to add extra.

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