Thick as Thieves | j.b. a.g.

Chapter Eighteen

-Justin's P.O.V.-
Sitting on the floor with baby Paris in my arms was an amazing feeling. But having Acacia dead made it hard to be happy about something so wonderful. Paris has finally arrived to the world and here I am, a wreck. I cannot possibly be happy with something that killed Acacia. Due to Paris' birth, that killed Acacia off quicker. I know it's selfish of me to blame a baby for the ending of my capture's existence, but can you blame me? She's gone for forever. I have nothing even prepared for Paris. I don't know how to raise a child. I don't even have all the supplies for it. Am I suppose to take it on walks? Do I let it outside to go pee? I knew what I have to do, but I haven't talked to this woman in years. What am I suppose to say to her?

With my free hand, I dig out my cellphone from my jeans pocket and called my mom. I mentally prayed she would not pick up because I do not know how she will respond. But I have no other option. After the first three rings, she picked up.

"Justin?" She sounded shock.

"Hey, mom. I need your help." I say nervously as I look down at sleeping Paris.

"Well, I'm home at the moment. Do you want to come over or me meet you somewhere?"

I partially smiled at how even though I haven't spoke to her in years, she's still willing to help me. 

"I'll meet you at your house. I have a special someone I want you to meet."

I could tell she was smiling.

"Okay, I'll make super. See you soon." She hung up before I could even explain. I placed my phone in my pocket and stood up.

"You get to meet your crazy grandmother today, Paris." I chuckled softly, making sure I don't wake her up as she laid in my arms.

It's been three days since she's been born so I was able to take her home. She was totally healthy and I'm slowly learning to love her. The gang doesn't know about her birth yet. I didn't feel like speaking to anyone. Paris is the only piece of Acacia I have left.

Walking to the car, I make sure Paris is secure in her blanket. She turned a bit in my arms when the sunlight hit her face.

"Sorry, baby girl." I whisper to her as I place her in the baby carrier.

I actually thought this part through. I knew she would be born soon so this is the only thing I bought.

It was a two hour drive to my mother's house from the hospital since she lived outside of Ontario. I could not help but think of what I was going to say. I'm sure she has seen my work on the television. She was never proud of my gang lifestyle. I do not blame her. I never expected her to accept what I do as a living. She never wanted me to turnout like my brother. My brother has always been in the gang lifestyle way before I have reached that point in my life.

Pulling up in my mom's driveway, I let out a sigh of nervousness. I still have worked out on what I would tell my mom. She doesn't know a thing about captures. People call it "kidnappings." What people fail to realize is that we love our captures and raise them to their full potential. Of course, they're not allowed to leave without us and be held against their will, but that's not the point.

Taking the baby carrier with me as I walk to the front porch, I knock on my mom's door. She answers quickly with a smile that soon drops when she notices a baby carrier in my hand. I nervously smile.

"Surprise!" I quietly exclaim, awkwardly scratching the back of my neck with my left hand.

"How did this happen, Justin?" She asked as I walk inside her house, setting the baby carrier on the couch.