Our Abused Pup

~precious boy~ chapter 2

Oliver's POV

"Hey love, did we remember to pack the binkie?" I asked King who was still sitting next to me.

"Let me check, hun." He replied, leaning forward in his seat to grab the diaper bag.

Before we started searching for our future pup we supplied our floor at the pack house with anything and everything he could ever need. Including a diaper bag stocked with diapers of multiple sizes, baby powder, baby wipes, a bottle and sippy cup, a soft baby blanket, some baby puff snacks and containers of applesauce, a cuddly teddy, and hopefully a pacifier. Asher was sleeping peacefully on my lap but at some point three of his tiny, little fingers had ended up in his mouth and I figured his binkie would be more comfortable. After all, I don't want him to accidentally bite or chew his fingers and hurt himself.

"Here you go, baby." Kingston said, handing me the paci after taking it out of it's case.

I carefully removed Ashie's fingers from his mouth and resituated him so I was lightly cradling his small body in my arms and holding him close to my chest. He stirred slightly at the sudden movement and started letting out small cries, his tiny fists clenching my shirt tightly.

"Shh shh, sweetheart. It's okay. Mumma's got you. Now, lets get you your binkie." I nudged his lips with the rubber and lightly traced his lips. After a few moments he accepted the binkie and started sucking his little heart away.

"Good boy, darling. Such a good boy for your mummy, huh?" Kingston spoke in a quiet, gentle tone. He reached out and ran his hands through Asher's long hair while I brought my hand down to rub his tummy. At the sound of the praise and the attention he was receiving, a small smile graced his lips and he let out a comfortable sigh.

"Go back to sleep, precious boy. We've got you." I whispered quietly.

5 minutes of small coos and gentle touches later and he was out like a light. I pressed myself further into King's side and he pulled me close, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. As we sat there the reality of the situation started sinking in.

"What are we gonna do now? I mean, look at him. He's way too skinny and have you seen the bruises? Who am I kidding? Of course you saw the bruises. Who would do that to a poor, innocent pup? Who would dare do that to my baby boy? To our baby boy? He's just so pre-" I was cut off by Kingston pressing his pointer finger to my lips.

"Baby, calm down for me. I know it's scary that we don't know what happened to our pup, or who happened to our pup, but all that matters is he's safe now. We found him just in time and he's safe." Breathe in breathe out Oliver. "Now, first things first we get him home and we take him to see the best doctor we can find. After that we help him. We take care of him with everything we have and we heal all those scars, inside and out. You are the best mama he could ever get and I just know you will do everything in your power to make sure he has anything he could ever want for, am I right?" He looked at me pointedly.

"Anything." I confirmed.

"He's going to be okay, my love." I nodded towards him, not really feeling like talking anymore.

"How long until we get back?" I asked through a yawn. Kingston tapped on the window separating us from the driver and asked how long the drive was.

"Thanks Frank," He turned back towards me. "Six hours, hun. Why don't you get some sleep?" Sleep, that sounded really, really good right now.

"Love you, King." I said, leaning my head on his shoulder and pulling Asher close to me so he would stay warm. I closed my eyes and felt myself quickly drifting off. I guess I didn't realize how tired I was until now.

"Love you too, baby. Love you so, so much." Kingston whispered in my ear and that was the last thing I heard before I was out completely, being held by my love and holding my precious boy in my arms.

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