Not The Babies Fault(BMWM)

Chapter 10

"It was her fault...If she didn't decide to...do what she did this possibly wouldn't have happened."

Luna groaned as she pressed her face into her pillow. She hadn't felt this horrible since forever. When turning over in her bed she once again stared at the empty spot next to her. She rose from her bed and rubbed her eyes. The smell of bacon had stung her nose and she rose her brows.

"Bacon..?" She questioned and started to remove herself from the bed.

"Don't get up! Don't get up yet!" She heard a familiar masculine voice come from outside her door. She had shook her head in realization.

"Jack...son?" She questioned and stayed in bed like he had requested.

"Good..." He seemed to mumble and he walked into the room with a tray.

"You made breakfast?" She asked him and sat up as he set the tray down off to the side.

"Yep, I was top in my culinary arts class." She tilted her head staring at him. She rubbed her face trying to figure out what had happened after her parents left her home.

She went to her room and fussed a little bit, then she went to Jena, the only woman that seemed to be stable enough to have a conversation and she reassured her and so forth.

After everything was cleaned up she fed her babies and just went to sleep. So far that was the only thing she could remember at that point. He placed the tray of food in front of her and sat on the bed. She looked as he got everything ready for her and she sighed.

"Something wrong...?" He asked her, he knew something was wrong he just wasn't sure how to go about it.

"Of course there is...My parents think that my babies are abominations. My children will not have a close bond with me because I didn't breastfeed them for five months straight and I don't even know you that well but you seem to want us to work?" She was close to yelling but stopped herself.

"Yeah, I do. Of course, the other night was a doozy but we can start...from the beginning. We can make today the start." He stated. She just looked at his face.

′What the hell did those kids do to him...?′ She thought to herself. He was so different when the first time they met but that was only one night.

"How do you suppose we do that?" She asked and folded her legs.

"You eat first, get dressed and go into work. I'll take care of the kids and then we start." She did as he said and ate her breakfast. After doing so she felt the sides of her breast before she went to the bathroom.

"The babies?" She asked in a hurry and walked to the living room, they were still asleep and she gave a breath and got down to them.

"Mommy's here" She stated and Madeline began to get fussy.

"What time is it?" She asked and turned her head.

"Pretty early, I guess you cops need to wake early so I just...woke up early." He stated and walked over to the kitchen. She rocked Madeline but she didn't stop crying and sat down, unbuttoning her nightshirt and getting ready to feed Madeline. She gave grunt once she latched onto her breast and she tilted her head back but then stopping once she heard another cry.

"Oh Come on..." She forced herself up and looked how she would pick him up.

"This is ridiculous..." She grunted and got onto her knee and reached down to grab her son.

"Do you need help?" Jackson asked from the side and she grunted.

"No. I have this." She moved her hand in a different position but couldn't grab him in a safe way. She then saw dark hands reach for her son and she squinted.