I Choose You

Chapter Thirty Nine - Baby Duty

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"Al-Alex," I muttered, taking a few steps back as I stared up at the man. He chuckled, holding his stomach and took a step towards me as i backed into the corner. Everyone inthe room quieted, watching us.

"You mean Alex Bertie, that little trannie from the TV?" The women gasped as the man laughed some more, finding himself more than amsuing. An older lady near the small window eyed me up and down, her eyes trailing from my fee to my head and back again.

"N-no," I said, putting my hands behind my back. They shook against my shirt as I gripped it tighter and tightee the more his eyes stared at me. It was like he wasstaring into my soul, into all of my thoughs.

"You know what this place is called," he asked, cocking his head to the side. "It's named after your mommy, you know. She was the initial purpose for this place. Isn't that great? That your wittle mommy is so important? You know what else? So is your wittle sister, Holly, yea? Hol-Whore? Mmhmm, she's great. Did you come to rescue them, Alex? You tried so hard, but in the end, failed, just like usual. Did you ever think that's why they're here? Because you're a failure, and you deserve nothing? That everything that helped create you or has the same bood of you should be abolished from this Earth?" he moved closer with each sentence he spat, our faces just inches apart. I could smell the coffee on his breath. "Or maybe it was because you're so. amazingly. hot. And popular. Don't forget popular. Maybe a little too much, don't ya think? Yes? No? I don't know. What i do know isthat you ain't getting any further, little man. Not on my watch, no, no, no. You don't belong here, not at Holly-Mum Bertie Barn. Not a single bit." I swalllowed, nodding, not registering any of the words after he was saying other than that it was my fault all these people - including my family - were slaves.

"Yessir," I answered, staring at the lady behind him who was changing a baby's diaper. A pacifier was in his mouth, eyes squeezed closed as she lifted his bum off the couch and slid a clean diaper underneath him before gently setting it down again and applying powder to his crotch. He squirmed with the contact, pacifier falling out of his mouth. The lady shoved it back in with one, swift movement and fastened the diaper around him, then lifted him into the air, bouncing him up and down before laying him back down and sliding pants onto his legs.

"Would you like to help with the children," the man asked, causing me to look away from the lady and little boy, "Since you're looking at them so much." I wanted to answer Yes, of course I do. but if I did, that'd be obvious. The man rubbed his belly.

"Do I have a choice?" I made myself pout, looking over to where the lady was holding the baby, now fully clothed, over her shoulder as she rubbed his back.

"No, little boy, you don't," he laughed again, hands curlingaround his large abdomen. I nodded, then turned around and walked towards the dirty window. "Get on baby duty, now." I nodded, and jogged over to a play pen where a little girl was laying, kicking her feet all around. The man made his way to the door and turned, looked at everyone and then left, slamming the door behind him. I picked up the baby, still kicking her feet, and rubbed her back in small circles.

"That's Izzy," a lady said behind me, causing me to jump. I turned. It was the same lady who was changing a diaper. She still had he baby in her arms. He was half asleep.

"That's a pretty name," I said, my eyes still locked on the dozing child.

"And this is her brother, Jacob. They're mine." she whispered he last part, as if it was some sort of secret. Maybe it was. She smiled down at a now fully asleep Jacob, then at Izzy. She placed Jacob in the crib. I looked at the other women, baby still in my arms. An older lady in the corner raised her hand. "Gertrude, yes?"

"You gunn' get us outta here or nah?" she asked, pushing her glasses up on her nose.

"That's my mother," Jacob's mother said, "she's eighty-seven, and thinks it's needed to raise her hand when she wants to speak. She was taught by nuns, and most of them hated her. She knows what a ruler feels like, if you get what I mean. Everyone called her Talking Talia - people still do. Now she doesn't talk without raising he rhand, right mum? You can speak." The old lady nodded.

"Yes! So you gettin' us out, Mr. Alex?" I looked at Jacob's mum. She shook her head, an amused look on her face. I shrugged.

"By the way," someone said, sitting on a chair, knitting, "welcome to the common women room."

"Thanks," i muttered as Izzy began to cry. Her mom sprung to her feet, lunging towards the crib and pulling out a pink pacifier and popping it into the baby's open mouth.

"First things first: the babies can't cry. They start, they get the nook. Got it?" I nodded, jiggling the whimpering body in my arms.

The knitting lady looked at her watch, then got up and walked over to the a crib and lifted a tiny baby in blue bankets up, putting him over her shoulder, folding the blanket over his back. She walked back to her chair and sat down, pushing the blanket away fom his face. She pulled her shirt away from her chest and grabbed her breast, lifting it out of her shirt. She lifted the baby toward it and leaned back, angling him. Quickly, she pulled the pacifier out of his mouth with a pop, as high tongue left his mouth, flkicking all over. He licked her nipple, causing her to flinch. She pulled him closer, and his mouth wrapped around her. He sucked, her eyes squeezing shut.

So this is what went on.

[A/N: I am so sorry about the whole update thing. I have so many things with graduation and stuuf, that it's hard to find time. When I am able to update, I promise I will. After I get all the parties and days off and vacatiosn done, it'll be regular again. Promise.

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