Her Deadly Friends

Chapter 37

Danny Pov

"Don't come near her." I stopped in my tracks.

"What do you mean? Dean, that's my baby. Please!"

"Sit." He motioned for me to sit at the very end of the table.

I quickly sat. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I smiled at her. She has brown hair. It was barely fuzz but it was there. Her chubby face will make you fall in love. She doesn't resemble me at all. I looked up at Dean. She resembles her father and I hate to say it. His mother. His mother is a beautiful woman.

"Dean. Can I have her? I just want to hold her."

"No, your baby will remain here with me and so will you as long as I have her."

"Your baby? Do you still think Kunal is her father? Wow, you're fallen off the deep end of denial."

"Careful."

I don't care what he thinks at this moment. My baby is here. My daughter.

Dean was done feeding her, but she wanted more. She reached her hand in the jar of baby food. Dean pulled her hand back and wiped her fingers off.

"No," he told her. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. Her bottom lips came out in a pout. She was about to cry.

Dean turned to the maid that was standing quietly by his chair. "Go get another one."

The maid quickly left and came back with another jar of baby food. Dean popped the top and dip the spoon in and fed her more. She bounced happily as he fed her. She tried to grab the jar again. This time he let her. She grabbed a handful of baby food and brought it to her mouth. Dean smirked and let her. When she had her fill, he wiped her hand off then her face. She placed her head on his chest sleepily.

I was in disbelief. The man is..... I have no words. I'm beginning to think Dean is insane. He looks like he cares for her. But still calling her, my baby, not our baby.

Tasha came out with food. The maids helped her place everything on the table. She looked over at my daughter. "Hey chubby girl. You look sleepy want to sleep with me tonight," she cooed

She went to grab her, but my daughter cried and reached for Dean.

"Ugh, she gets on my nerves. I'm done making baby food for her spoiled self."

At the mention of food my daughter brought her head up and looked at Tasha. She smiled and giggled.

"Alright, fine. I forgive you." She leaned down and kissed my daughter's fat cheeks.

"Fix our pl...." Dean growled at me, but it disturbed the baby. He lowered the anger in his tone.

"Fix the plates." I jumped up. I wanted to get close to her. I fixed the plates and sat his plate down. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She still had her head on his chest babbling sleepily to herself. She was biting her fingers. She looked up at me. I gasped and put my hand over my mouth. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She has hazel and green eyes. Her round face was happy and content. She doesn't look like she's been abused or mistreated at all.

"Sit."

"Dean, just please. Let me hold her."

"No."

I broke down. "Please, I'll do anything."

"Will you stay here?"

"Will she stay here?" I pointed at my baby.

"For now."

"What do you mean for now. What are your plans for her?"

"That all depends on you. I'll let you keep her for now. I will come to you later so you can show me how grateful you are."