The Many Wicked Ways

Chapter Five

It was mostly quiet this morning, other than the loud snoring of a nearby, hungover whale that needed to be covered with a pillow, I fought the urge as I opened my eyes to see the reason why she was so close to my ear, and it was because we both managed to roll into Barry's spot after he had left to see Alpha earlier this morning. I remember him waking me up and telling me, and instead of staying up, I decided to get a couple of more hours of sleep before tackling the day with an obsessed father and his deranged wife. I slowly sat up with a yawn before pulling myself from under the comforters and climbing out the bed as ruthlessly as I could, hoping to wake up the snoring whale that was all in my person space. 

I heard her groan as I climbed off the bed in a pair of silky purple pajama pants and a matching silky smooth purple button-up pajama shirt that hung loosely on my shoulders and threatened to show smooth, unblemished bare skin on my shoulder. I stretched as I stood at Admire's crib, yawning loudly and reaching to my tippy toes as I stumbled a little then quickly caught my balance, maybe I should get a little more sleep since the babies weren't up yet. I glanced back to the bed as Abbigail sat up, her bleached blonde hair was all over her head, her make up was even worse now that she had slept on the smudged cosmetics, her outfit was still intact to her skin but her shirt was pulled past her left boob like she had been felt up in her sleep. 

And because I knew I would never do something like that, it had to only be Barry that had felt her up, or even herself but I was still disgusted that he had touched me with those hands when he leaned down to gently rub my left side and left thigh as I turned onto my back to look at him after he had awoke me. I turned my attention away from Abbigail, no longer having the sensation to catch some more sleep, I was far from sleepy with the reminder that I was sharing a bed with her, I was desperate to change the sheets already.

"What time is it?" She asked groggily, her voice croaking as she looked around for something to sooth the ache.

"I don't know." I said with a careless shrug, reaching down to correct Quincy's blanket as I passed into the small kitchenette. "A glass of water is on th-"

"I found it." She said sharply with attitude, making me take a deep breath to calm myself and bite my tongue to keep from lashing back at her. "Why the hell are you still here anyway?"

"Well I wouldn't know..." I said stubbornly, turning to smirk at her from the kitchenette. "I live here now." I shrugged with a smug grin that was growing by the second.

A sharp cry caught both of our attention, causing me to quickly moved toward the cribs to investigate as she released a groan and grabbed her head, which was probably pounding right now... I was loving this. Admire wailed loudly, his mouth open wide and his limbs kicking as he unhappily shouted. I smiled as I walked slowly, knowing the only reason Admire was crying was because his blanket had probably fell off of him, nothing that could cause me to run to his help with a diaper or bottle in my hand.

"Ugh, get that thing! Make it shut up!" Abbigail cried, plopping back on the bed and grabbing a pillow to cover her face with.

"It's not a thing... it's a child, they cry, dear. But you wouldn't know that, since you're not having one." I said, reaching into the crib and pulling the blanket over Admire, causing him to immediately seize his crying.

I turned to look at Abbigail as she sat up aggressively and glared at me, her look wasn't intimidating even the slightest and the fact that she thought I wasn't going to say anything was beyond me, she knew I hated her and she knew I wanted her gone. I rose an eyebrow as I sat my hand on my hip and cocked my head patiently, I wanted to hear what she had to say and from the looks of it, she had a lot to say to me right now. My smile only grew as she protectively placed her hand on her stomach and climbed from the bed, I followed her every move as she pulled her shirt down and turned her back to me. She reached back and pulled at the butt of her jeans to release the built of pressure from her panties crawling up her flat ass, the bitch had the nerve to dig out a wedgie in front of me. I only chuckled as she finally turned to face me, she lifted her hands up into her hair and pulled it out of her face with a heavy sigh and relaxing her belly, trying to make it stick out, I only laughed harder.