Addicted

Chapter 6

⚝TW!!⚝

♔ Some swearing

♔ Some blood

♔ adult concepts

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The next day, Puddin have to leave to go on a day trip for business. He offered to take me with him, and even though I wanted to go, I opted to stay home with Lucy and spend some time with my baby girl. He kisses her on the tip of her nose, making her laugh. "I wish I was staying," he says, kissing me too.

"It's ok, Puddin," I say cheerfully. "I'm probably just gonna be baking the whole time."

He pouts. "But I love it when you cook," he protests. "You look so adorable with your hair pulled up and your cutesy little apron on... Do I have to go?" Just then, one of his bodyguards appears next to him. "Boss, your chauffeur is here. Are you ready to go?"

"Just a minute," J promises him. He sweeps me closer. "Make me an apple pie, will ya, Princess? Oh, and when I come back, I'll have a little something for you," he says quietly, and kissing me quickly, walks off towards his chauffeur.

"Be careful, Puddin!" I yell after him. He turns around and laughs, holding his crimson suit jacket open to reveal a myriad of weapons. "Harley-girl... Really, when am I not?"

I smile, shaking my head. "There goes Daddy," I coo to Lucy, who babbles away in some sort of imaginary baby talk that only she can understand.

I play with her for about an hour until it's time for a nap, and when a servant comes to take her to sleep, I shoo them away kindly. "I can do it, thanks," I say, smiling. They look at each other, puzzled. "Oh, and if the kitchen is available I'd like to bake some things," I say. "Is that alright?"

One of them says politely, "Yes, of course, Mrs. Quinn, the kitchen is open to you anytime you want it to be. You've used it before, haven't you?"

"Oh, yes, loads of times. I just wanted to ask. Oh, and please, call me Harley," I say, smiling shyly. "I'll also do the dishes!" I volunteer as they walk away. I take her to her room and rock her to sleep, then sit there for a moment to admire the child Puddin and I had created.

She has my blonde hair, his green eyes. A fair complexion. She's perfect. Her soft, teeny pink lips, her little fingers, and toes, all perfect.

I put her down and go downstairs to the kitchen, hoping that the tranquility will last and no more drama happens for a while.

I pause for a second at the doors. What if they don't like me? It's been ages since I've been in that kitchen... What if they only see me as the spoiled, ditsy wife of their rich boss? I shake my head and push open the doors. "Hey, sweeties- it's your favorite Harley Quinn," I sing out, waltzing into the kitchen.

They part around me like the red sea, letting me get through to the station that Puddin put in specifically for me. After tying my hair up in a messy bun and getting all my ingredients, I put my hands on my hips.

"Okay, guys, listen up. It is too. Damn. Quiet in here! Show some life, people! It reminds me of a morgue in here," I say, shuddering. "And believe me- I've been in quite a few."

They start to soften up a bit, some smiling, a couple chuckling. I smile along with them. "That's more like it. Let's get some music going, shall we? I find it much easier to work with a melody in the background."

One of the dishwashers holds up a speaker. "I have Spotify," she suggests timidly. I grin. "Perfect," I say, spinning back to my workstation. "Put your favorite playlist on, and let's all enjoy ourselves," I say, smiling at all of them. This time, almost all of them return the smile.