Tiny's Sweet Obsession

55: Bubbles and Babies

Lily POV

I dropped my clothes and stared at the bathroom in disbelief.

This is not the bathroom I left a few weeks ago. The last time I saw this room, the shower and toilet stood in pieces. Now everything is new. Small black and white hexagon tiles lined the floor, and white tiles popped against the black grout on the shower walls. Inside the walk-in shower, sat the most beautiful soaker tub I have ever seen.

I wiped away my tears and knew only one person would do all of this.

"Tiny...you-" I said, but nothing else came out as I stepped further into the bathroom.

I walked around, afraid to touch anything, and took it all in. The gold-lined mirror above the sink stood at the perfect height, and I knew Tiny thought of everything. Even down to my new favorite scented bubbles sitting next to the tub.

He is perfect.

My feet moved on their own as I jumped in his arms, thanking him profusely, not knowing how else to show him how much this meant to me. Tiny held me against him without a second thought, and it felt like home. 

I'm not ready for everything, but I am ready to embrace my life with Tiny and the others. I know I am not as experienced as Tiny thinks, but he will be patient and never push me to do things I am not ready for. This is a man who loves me despite my past.

Tiny turned on the tub for me and left, giving me space to relax and process. When he closed the door, I noticed an extra long mirror on the back of the door, and the tears started all over again.

He thought of everything.

Once the tub filled up, most of the way, I got in, letting the warm water and bubbles wash over me, and allowed myself to breathe. I didn't plan on soaking for a long time, considering how late it was and the exhaustion Tiny and I felt, but that didn't happen. My mind raced with unanswered questions and all the uncertainties in my life, and as overwhelming as it was, I wanted answers.

"Tiny?" I called, unsure if he was even out there, but the door cracked open a moment later.

"Can you sit with me? Not in the tub, but just in here?" I asked.

Tiny stepped in, closing the door behind him to keep in the heat. He sat on the shower floor next to me, draping his arm over the edge and resting his head on the edge.

"What do you think?" he asked, smiling.

"I think you thought of everything," I admitted. "You didn't have to."

"No, I didn't. But I destroyed the bathroom and figured I might as well remodel it exactly the way my girl wants it. There is no way in hell I am going to let you live here without a bathtub for you. Are you insane?!" he laughed, causing me to laugh with him.

We settled into a comfortable silence, but there was one question I couldn't hold in me. "Did you find Sean?" I whispered, staring at some bubbles.

I could feel Tiny's green eyes on me, debating whether he should tell me the truth or lie. I'd hope he would never lie to me, but I have been wrong before.

"Yes, and you never have to worry about him again," he growled, tensing.

"He's dead?" I asked, suddenly causing me to choke on air, sending me into a coughing fit.

Tiny rubbed my back, worried, but I finally stopped and assured him I was good. He waited another minute to make sure before answering me.

"It doesn't matter if he is dead or alive. I can promise you that you never have to worry about him again," he said, grabbing my hand. "Do you want to refill the tub or call it a night?"

What I wanted was answers, but maybe Tiny is right. Tonight is not the night to push. Maybe, if I ask Tiger or Ginger, they would tell me what is happening. Not knowing makes me nervous, and I hate it.

*****

I woke up early, considering Tiny and I didn't fall asleep until 3 a.m., but I felt well rested. Looking over the edge of the bed, I smiled. Tiny lay sprawled out on his stomach on the floor, blankets everywhere and barely covering him, but he was sleeping peacefully.

Not wanting to wake him, I got up, went to pee, and headed downstairs. Per usual, Ginger and Ellie were the only two awake, and I smiled at them.

"Who is that?" Ginger cooed to Ellie. "Is that Auntie Lily?! Let's go say good morning to her."

Ginger set Ellie on the ground, and I watched her slowly crawl over to me with a big smile. I crouched down and held my arms out, and she took off like a bat out of hell, squealing as she fell into my arms.

"You're crawling! Look at you go, baby girl!" I exclaimed, picking her up, but she instantly wanted down again and crawled back over to Ginger.

"I guess I missed a lot the last few weeks," I huffed, upset at the reality in front of me.

Ginger walked around the living room, following Ellie to ensure she didn't run into anything.

"Don't you dare start blaming yourself, Lily. I feel like I blinked, and suddenly, this little one wasn't little anymore. But now her auntie is back, and everything is right again. Now, we wait for Kayla and Callie to come home in a week or so, and we can celebrate together. As a family," Ginger emphasized.

"Another party?" I asked.

"Girl, we use any excuse for a party we can," Ginger laughed. "Ellie just gained a new sister, of course we are celebrating!"

We sat with Ellie on the floor, and I stared at her in wonderment, realizing we were both experiencing a lot of "firsts" in our lives.

For the first time, I found a man who listens to my wants and needs and does something about them. I have people who have turned a place into a home for me. Everyone encourages me to chase my dreams of baking for a living. But most importantly, I fell in love for the first time in my life, and I am not scared to accept it.

I thought Sean loved me, but his love was conditional, mood-based, and ruthless. That is the furthest thing from what love should be, and Tiny has helped me see that every day.

Later, Ginger left to feed Ellie, and I stood outside the kitchen. I hadn't set foot inside a kitchen since the Devil's Disciples clubhouse, scared and unmotivated to bake again. But today is a new day.

Taking a deep breath, I entered and looked through the fridge and pantry, finding enough to make breakfast for everyone.

An hour later, I cracked the last few eggs into the pan when Tiny appeared in the doorway, freshly showered and shirtless. I took in his tall, muscular frame and the tattoos that covered his sculpted chest, but one caught my eye.