Satan's Sinner's #3: Becca and Bullet

Chapter 11

Becca POV

It's been a month since then. Spring is finally trying to make an appearance! The April flowers are coming in, along with the crummy, rainy weather. It's not warm enough to jump in puddles, but that doesn't stop Grey from stomping and jumping in every single puddle she sees. I've just started putting her rubber boots on her all the time, and her raincoat.

We have a family dinner date tonight. Bullet dropped us off at our Mommy and me Cooking class, the last one. And we're making dessert tonight. I'm hoping it turns out well. Maybe we can end the night with this? Or can I end it with him eating it off of me? No. We're going slow. No matter how badly I want to. I don't think I'm there mentally. I don't know what I'm holding out for. Honestly. The man knows my body. He knows every inch. Though, there may be some new scars he doesn't remember. I think that's my main concern. I don't look as good as I did pre-baby.

We made cupcakes, and packed them up in a to-go container for later with Dada. Bullet met us at the classroom door. He kissed my cheek and grabbed our girl from my arms. I carried the cupcakes as he held one hand, and carried our daughter with the other. We're in our own little bubble lately. It was nice. Not needing to worry about anything but our little family. I knew sooner or later I was going to have to come out of my bubble. We were approaching the six-month mark for getting Brynn out. She wants us to wait until the beginning of June. And we needed to make sure that the plan went flawlessly.

Walking out into the night, getting into the SUV, I felt like this night was going perfectly. Maybe a little too perfect. Something was tingling in my stomach that this peaceful life we'd finally found was about to get turned upside down. I tried pushing the feeling off, but the closer we got to the restaurant the more I wanted to throw up. I felt a strong urge to turn around and go home, but these two were really excited about trying out the milkshakes there. UGH! My inner bad bitch was going bald from pulling out all her hair.

"Cam?"

"Hmm?" He hummed, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Would you be super upset if we didn't go out to dinner tonight?" At that, he glanced at me, quickly looking between me and the road in front of him.

"Why not? Are you okay? Are you feeling sick? You look a little pale, babe."

"I'm not feeling too well. The closer we get to the restaurant, the more I have this intense feeling of dread. I don't know. Everything's been perfect lately. Maybe too perfect?" I questioned. I honestly don't understand what's wrong with me.

As we pull into the parking lot, finding a spot, Grey squeals from the backseat. I know I have to go there now. There's no way I can let her down. I just have to swallow this feeling. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I take a deep breath, and exit the vehicle on shaky legs. Bullet came around the car, grabbing my hand, he looked at me incredibly concerned.

"We don't have to eat here. We can go somewhere else. It'll be fine." He said, rubbing small circles on the back of my hands. He pulled me in for a hug, and that hug was like a lifeline. I felt like everything that was building inside me was melting away. I had Cameron with me. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to me or Grey. We will be protected and loved and cared for. He would keep us safe, like he'd always done. Except for those few months, he refused to listen to me. We'd been working hard on moving on and getting past that time. I nodded to his chest.

"I can do this. I know you've been wanting to try the milkshakes here with Grey. I can do this." I told him. Not sure if I was trying to convince him, or myself, or both of us. Either way, I knew I could do this. I just had to take one step and another all the way into the restaurant. Before I knew it, as I was looking at the front door of the restaurant, Cameron grabbed my hand. I looked down at our hands, then at him, holding our little girl. He had both of us and he wasn't letting go. He nodded at me, and I began walking in. He kept pace with me, letting me know he was right by my side. I wasn't sure what this dread was, but I'd be finding out soon.