Page 76 of Spike's Perdition
“We haven’t talked about it yet,” I begin, dropping my voice to a whisper. “What happened to Aubrey?”
The police never found her. According to them, Jack was found on the doorstep of Sinful Wheels, but Aubrey disappeared.
Spike’s eyes flash with rage. “She’s right where we want her.”
“Do I need to worry about her coming after us?” I gulp.
“Never again,” he promises. “That cunt will never lay a finger on you or Jack again.”
“I believe you,” I huff. “I wish I could inflict even half the pain she caused me.”
“You’ll get your chance,” he says cryptically.
“Meaning?”
“I had to force myself through perdition, thinking I lost you both and how I’d live without you,” he explains. “That bitch never stood a chance from the moment she put her hands on you. Add in the fact that she took our boy, she’s lucky the old ladies haven’t already killed her.” He pauses, his gaze leveled on mine. “Glitter is at the club, chained to a wall, awaiting her fate.”
“Good.”
“Good?” Spike arches a brow. “You’re okay with this?”
I nod. “Absofuckinglutely”
He pulls me close. “How long until I can fuck you senseless?”
“Three more weeks,” I pout.
Spike winks. “It’s a date.”
We throw away our garbage and head back to the NICU. The pediatrician is performing her exam when we enter.
“Oh, good,” she exclaims. “Just the parents I wanted to see.”
“Dr. Roberts,” Spike greets. “We gettin’ good news today?”
“Actually, you are,” she confirms. “We’re going to remove the feeding tube tonight and start bottle feeds.”
I grip Spike’s hand tightly. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, you’re just in time.”
The staff is gentle as they remove his feeding tube. Jack squirms and lets out a disgruntled cry.
“Can I breastfeed?” I’ve been pumping my milk so it wouldn’t dry up because I want to be able to breastfeed Jack.
“Not yet, but soon,” she states. “If you have breast milk stored, you can feed that to him from a bottle. We need todocument how much he’s able to eat and if he has any issues with swallowing.”
“I’ve been pumping,” I announce proudly.
“Great.” Dr. Roberts signals to a nurse. “Can we get Ivory a bottle for her breast milk and set her up to do Jack’s first feeding?”
The next twenty minutes, I’m an emotional wreck as I hold Jack and feed him his first bottle. I cry and then burst into giggles. He takes the bottle beautifully without any issue. Once he’s finished, I hand him to Spike, and my heart melts.
Spike cradles Jack to his chest. “That’s my big boy.”
Two days later, we have our discharge papers. Spike carefully buckles the car seat in and lifts me into the SUV, securing me as well.
“You know, I’ve been strapping myself into cars since I was kid,” I admonish.
