Addicted

Chapter 14

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✿Swearing

✿Adult themes

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I ask Puddin for another baby for months, but he refuses. "It can't be good for you. This is the fourteenth time you've asked, and I'm not backing down," he says, gathering me into his arms. "Wait until you're completely healed, Pumpkin."

"But I am," I said, feeling like a child as I squirm out of his arms and put my hands on my hips. "I am completely healed. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be asking for a baby. I would be lying in bed, crying and sleeping all day like I was right after I lost Him. Please, Puddin. I can do this. I'm alright, I promise."

He takes my chin and lifts me to look him in the eyes. I struggle to maintain eye contact, trying to show that I won't back down. He narrows his eyes slightly, and I feel myself wanting to back down from habit. I pout a little bit. He is the dominant one here.

"Please?" I whisper. He weakens slightly. "Maybe if you say it again," he muses.

"Pretty pretty please," I murmur softly, staring up at him. He softens. "You're so good. I love you, Angel. You can have your baby."

I squeal and jump up and kiss him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I cry, hugging him tight and kissing him again.

I make sure to time it well, but it seems to take forever. But, four weeks after he gave me the green light, the test is positive. I scream with happiness, dialing Selina's number.

She gasps. "Nooooo. Again, girl? You better be careful this time," she says, and I can almost see her scowling on the other end.

"I knowwwwww," I squeal. "Puddin probably won't let me leave the house without someone until I deliver," I say, laughing.

"That would be annoying as all fuck to me, but hey, you do you, booboo," she says lazily. "OH, and by the way. Bruce and I are thinking about getting a pet. The problem is, he wants a dog and I want a cat, and he's refusing to compromise," she says irately.

"And that's why I want kids instead," I say, laughing. "Nobody chooses the gender or look."

I tell Puddin, and he lights up in happiness, making me promise to be safe this time. "Losing one baby broke you enough, remember?" he says softly. I nod, but the pain is eclipsed by my joy. "I hope it's a boy," I say, kissing him.

"Mmmmmm," he says, nearly incoherent. I smile and let his hands wander, mind swirling with happiness. Lucy's gonna get her little brother after all. Puddin and I are gonna get our son. It's perfect.

I don't tell anyone else though, because I'm worried that something might happen again and I don't want to have to tell multiple people again if something does happen.

I go to the kitchen and decide to make a cake in celebration, enjoying my time with the kitchen staff as usual. Kaylee tells me all about her new boyfriend, and I listen intensely, making sure he's treating her right. Then it hits me: I don't actually know her age. I figured since she worked here she was over eighteen, but the way she's talking about everything, it occurs to me that she might actually be younger. By a lot.

"Kaylee?" I interrupt. She pauses. "Yes?"

"Exactly how old are you?" I ask. She pauses. "Kaylee, tell me. I'm not gonna be mad," I promise. She lowers her head. "I'm fifteen," she says quietly. I raise my eyebrows. "Okay, fourteen and a half," she blurts out. "Listen, I'm just trying to make money for my family. My older brother ran away with my dad, and my mom sits home and takes pills all day. I have three siblings to take care of, and they're all in elementary school, and Mr. Napier pays well, so I applied. I'm sorry if I never told you, I just didn't want to get fired-"

I stop her. "You won't get fired. What's the salary that you're supporting all of them on?"

She tells me, and my eyes widen. "That's not a lot," I say slowly. She nods. I deliberate for a minute. "I'll ask Puddin to give you a bit of a raise tonight- he'll be in a good mood."

She hugs me tight. "Miss Quinn, you should be my new mom," she says, voice muffled by my shirt. I look down at her messy black and purple hair sadly, wondering how many other children are going through this right now.

After I finish the cake and put it in the fridge to set, I go upstairs slowly, mind heavy with the weight of the world. I decide to spend some time with Lucy, and it occurs to me that I haven't been with her for almost 2 days. The staff takes more care of her than I do at this point. It kind of makes me sad.

I saw her roll over when she was four months and crawl when she was six months old, her first steps when she was seven months, I saw her first tooth at nine months, but mostly, I haven't been the most present mom, and it makes me sad.

It's no wonder some of the servants think of me as the ditsy wife of their millionaire boss. I just lounge around with him all day or bake or hang out with Selina.

I brush the thoughts out of my head and push open the doors to Lucy's room. She's sitting, playing quietly with her toys. Her nanny is watching her, smiling. I dismiss the nanny (Her name is Lucille, I think) and sit down with her. She smiles at me. "Hi, Mommy," she says. My eyes well up. My precious little baby. "Hi, sweetheart," I say, scooping her into my arms. She hugs me, little hands rubbing my back.

She was a late talker, and it really worried me and Jack (and Lucille), seeing as we talked as much as possible to Lucy to try and spark her voice. When she turned one and hadn't spoken anything other than baby nonsense, I took her to the doctor.

But the doctor told me it was completely fine and to bring her back if she wasn't talking when she turned two. But at 19 months, she finally said Mommy, then Daddy. She tried to say Lucille's name but only came out with Seal. In the month after she said that, her language skills grew quickly- as if she was making up for lost time.

Her voice is beautiful too. She sounds like an angel and looks like one too. She has strawberry blonde hair (from me), pale skin and rosy cheeks, and the palest green eyes I've ever seen- just like her daddy. No matter how old she gets, she'll always be my angel baby. From what I've heard from Selina, babies are demonic once they can walk, but she was always mild. Causing trouble simply fails to interest her.

I wonder if her brother will be the same way, or if he'll be like the average children- the ones who pull things off of tables and crawl into cupboards and bang on pot lids. Honestly, I don't care if he sets his toys on fire- I just want my son to live through pregnancy. Not too much to ask, right?

That's what I thought.

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