Suits and Love

Chapter Eight

His long strides moved quickly, he was eager to show her off. We stopped at many different offices, each one's decor designed differently compared to Rocky's. When we entered the last office, the moment my eyes focused on her and her assistant, I instantly knew who they were.

The girls from the elevator.

I basically growled in anger. "Mr. Lynch..." Linda called, poking her head into the doorway. Rocky taking Stella with him. I just stood there silently, waiting for him to get back.

"I'm sorry about..." They started.

"Save it." I snapped. Before I could get another word in, Rocky reentered the room.

"Jessica, these are my new stylists." He said introducing us, noticing my demeanour had changed. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I'm going to your office." I turned around, walking out. I was in the middle of the hall when Rocky grabbed my arm spinning me around gently, making me face him. I noticed Stella wasn't with him. "Where's my daughter?" I questioned sternly.

"With Tara and Lyla." He said calmly.

"Rocky. Go. Get. Her." I said gritting my teeth together.

"Tell me what's wrong first, then I will." He said sternly, bringing me into his office and shutting the door.

"Those women were in the elevator as I was coming in. They were saying horrible things about us and our daughter." He nodded, going to grab Stella.

I waited in the hallway while watching him strut off to the office we were once all standing in. He walked in, shutting the door behind him. 2 minutes later, the door angrily opened, Lyla and Tara storming off with their bags packed.

"I fired them." He said, walking towards me. "Jessica. You're my wife, if you don't like someone I work with then they won't work for me. Besides, nobody talks about my family that way." He said.

'Wife'. I like the sound of that.

I grabbed his hand and led him back to his office, beginning to enjoy our afternoon lunch. "This is so good." He mumbled with his mouth full.

"Rocky!" I exclaimed throwing a grape at him.

Stella was having tummy time on a blanket when she started cooing. "Is she?" Rocky asked.

"I think so!" I smiled. "She's cooing..."

"Good job baby!" Rocky said, pulling his phone out and opening the camera app. He pressed record, catching her first somewhat verbal communication skills.

"Ma, ma." I said.

"What, fuck no. Her first word will not be Ma, Ma." He mocked. "Da, Da."

"I carried her for nine months and went through all the pain to bring her into this world. Her first word will be mama." I pushed his shoulder.

"Alright, fine. I concede." He smiled, with a sparkle in his eye.

*Knock, knock*

Linda popped her head in. "Sir, we have a problem."

"Okay give me one minute please Linda."

"Work duties." I shrugged.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. We'll be waiting for you at home." I said kissing him. "Now go!" He stood up, I smacked his butt as he strutted away.

I picked the garbage up from lunch and threw it in the garbage next to his desk. Next, I packed up Stella and we made our way back out to the car.