The Bad Boys and the Fighter

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Elle

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"Be fucking quiet she's sleeping!"

"Have you ever done this before? It's impossible!"

"What? Feed a baby?"

What?

"Yeah it's impossible!"

"Can you shut the fuck up and give her to me, already?"

"No, I want to figure this out."

"This is an infant, not a goddamn rubix cube, Tyler."

Oh my god. Alina.

"Fucking great, she's waking up."

I sat up, disoriented, and looked at the sight before me. The four boys sat on the large ottoman surrounding Alina, who was currently babbling in Tyler's arms. Cole hovered over him carefully with a baby bottle in his large hands. Jeremiah and Carlos both had their bodies slightly facing me while also keeping an eye on Tyler and Cole.

"Who let you in?" I questioned.

"Rubio," Jeremiah replied.

I ran a hand through my hair, a nervous tick of mine whenever I couldn't find something to pick apart. "Damn him."

The four of them rubbed the back of their necks. "We're really, really sorry," Cole said sheepishly, the first display of emotion I've seen from him thus far. "We never should have believed Macy when she said you had left."

"Well I did leave. Half an hour into the school day."

"Still. If we hadn't gotten distracted, none of this," he gestured to my head, "would've happened." His sincerity confused me.

"It's okay," I replied honestly. "It doesn't even hurt anymore." That was a lie.

Pained expressions crawled onto their faces. "Alina was dropped off half an hour ago," Tyler said, finally changing the subject.

"Shit, I'm sorry. What did Marco and Selena say?"

"Just not to wake you up. They left us instructions."

I got up from the couch and approached the boys and the infant. Tears welled in her eyes and her lower lip quivered.

"We think she's hungry," Jeremiah informed me as he lifted Alina from Tyler and handed her me, "but she won't take her bottle."

I took the bottle from Cole and positioned Alina in my arms carefully. "Okay, little one," I softly started, "I know you're hungry."

Alina took the bottle with ease. One of her little hands gripped my pinky as she ate. The apartment, void of noise, rang out in cheers once she finished the bottle.

"You're a Godsend," Carlos breathed towards me. "Now what do we do with her?"

"Burp her, then put her to sleep," Tyler read from the notepad Marco and his wife had left us.

I complied with Jeremiahs request to hold the infant, and he positioned her over his shoulder, rocking his large frame back and forth while he gently patted her back. His gentle demeanor with Alina was definitely a sight to be seen.