Nova Grey's life is full of ups and downs. The up's always included her best friend Rowan and sometimes his older brother, they often spent their time doing illegal racing. But the downs... They were the worst and consisted of her abusive mother and...
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"Can someone show me too where I'm staying? I really need to put Nia to sleep she's not having a good day." I say to the room in a 'take no shit' tone.
"Of course hunni, do you need any help with her?" My dad asks walking over.
"No, I'm fine. I just need to know where the room is." I say abruptly while giving him a hacky look.
He nods his head and motions toward Dante for him to show me.
Dante just grunts out, "follow me." And nothing more and starts walking away. I follow behind him to some stairs and leave the pram at the bottom but grab the baby bag loaded with everything and put it over my shoulder with Nia in my other hand.
Her head still rests partly on my shoulders and chest and she makes grabby hands at my breasts as we go up the stairs. I rub her back and whisper, "shhh baby I know, I'll feed you soon."
Dante only glances back one time and that's to say, "your room is right there opposite mine, don't disturb me."
"Wouldn't dream of it, pretty boy," I mumble back paying him no more attention as I enter the room I'm staying in. Flipping the lock as I go.
I don't bother looking around and just go straight to the bed. It's a big king-size one and has a nice fluffy quilt on top of it. I put the bag on the floor and take off my hoodie and shirt and start breastfeeding Nia. As she's feeding I draw the curtains and climb into bed. After a few minutes, her suckling stops and quiet breaths leave her.
I change her nappy for the night and I put her into her emergency pyjamas that are always in the bag. And pop my shirt back on. I'm so tired I think to myself as I yawn, covering my mouth as I do so. I shuffle under the covers and lie down bringing Nia back to my chest and go to sleep playing with her hair.
A few hours pass and me and Nia both sleep until she starts fidgeting above me and prodding my eyes. Essentially waking me up from my nightmare-filled sleep, I have wet cheeks from my tears and my baby is needing a nappy change.
I lay her down next to me and she cries, "Mabwa." As I go to flip the light on, "I know baby, I'm coming." I coo back at her.
I turn around just in time to see her being sick on the bed, I rush over to her holding her with my hand below her head and belly. Tilting her forwards so she doesn't choke, loud cries leave her as she finishes being sick. My poor girl.
I rush her into the bathroom cleaning her up as best I can and get a spare nappy from the bag and check her temperature. She seems to be doing better after throwing up, perkier, but I'm going to get her something cold I think. I change her nappy fairly fast and quickly head to the toilet myself.
