The Alpha and the Rogue

Chapter 18

A/N:

I would just like to thank you all so, so much for all the votes and comments on this book. It really makes my day to see all the lovely and comments and then the hateful ones towards Stephanie. How does that make me happy, you ask? Because I'm trying ot get you to hate her, and hopefully you guys do, so yeah. Aha.

Thanks guys. 

Next chapter starting now in RJ's POV.

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To say dinner was tense would be a massive understatement. It seemed the only ones talking, or trying to make conversation, were Leanne and Mr Maxwell. Whenever my name was mensioned I would smile politely and add in a little talk, but Stephanies constant glaring was starting to make me squirm in my chair. 

I'm thinking about ways to silently kill her when Indie brings me out of my thoughts. 

"Can I sit on your lap, RJ?" She pouts up at me. 

I slowly feel myelf succuming to her pout and nod my head. 

"Yay!" She squeals excitedly and plops herself on my jean clad lap. 

"Indie." Leanna scolds. "Sit on your own seat." 

"But I no wanna." She whines. 

"It really is fine Leanne. I still don't mind." Referring to the first time I ever had dinner with them and how Indie had wanted to sit on my lap as well. 

A sudden squeal erupted around us and Stephanie's baby started crying. 

I watched Stephanie as she ignored the baby and continued to eat her dinner. I looked to Noah who sighed and got ready to stand up. 

Before he could do so I lifted Indie off my lap and sat her back down in my seat and walked over to the crying baby. 

Stephanie was to ingrossed in ignoring everything around her that she didnt notice me pick the baby up and walk out of the room. 

"Sshh, baby girl." I murmur, rocking the baby on my hip. "It's okay." 

I listen as the babies cries start to get quieter. 

"Mamma?" She asks, sleepily. She was probably tired and needed a nap. 

"No, baby girl. I'm not your mummy." I whisper. 

Five more minutes of rocking the baby I hear the soft short breaths telling me the baby was asleep. 

"Let's get you to a comfy bed, little one." I whisper softly careful not to wake her. 

I turn around and nearly jump when I see Noah there staring at me with shock plainly written on his face. 

"Um... hi." I say quietly. 

"Hi." He replies, finally getting out of his shock. 

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He points at the baby. "You didnt have to do that with Marissa. She's my baby, I should be doing it." 

I shake my head. "No. You shouldnt. Stephanie should be helping out, not leaving everything to you." 

"She does do stuff..." He trails off.

"Yeah? Like what?" I ask and smirk when he hesitates to answer. 

"That's what I thought." I say starting out the door. "Is her bed in your room?" I ask.

"Yeah...?"

"Thanks." I tell him. "Tell Stephanie she needs to start participating in the parenting area. It's her baby, too. Also, check up on Marissa every few hours. I think she's starting to get a fever." I tell him before walking out of the room and back into the dinner room, ignoring the stares from Noah's parenst and headed up to Noah's bedroom that was totally redecorated.