Long Road Ahead - Deckard Shaw Fanfic

2 - Left Alone

Chapter 2

Groaning, I turn over to check the clock on my phone. 9:00am. I roll over. About to go to sleep when another set of eyes meets mine. I sit up quickly, shocked to see a baby next to me. He coos softly, holding his little toes. I smile back at him, and then sit up, startled. Why is there a baby in my bed? Right. Deck.

Everything from last night comes flooding back. I stretch, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Grabbing, the baby, I put on my shoes and make my way to Deckard's room. But as I'm approaching the door, I notice a little slip of paper on the floor.

Sorry, Soph, something came up. I had to leave, but I know the bugger will be safe in your hands-

Wait. What? My eyes scan over and over the note. I read it two, three, four more times. Cluching the note in one hand and the baby in the other, I throw open the door and frantically knock on the door of the room that Deck had inhabited mere hours before. Knocks start to turn to pounds, and pounds to pure hitting.
"No no no no no! Dammit!" The baby starts to fuss, and I don't know what to do. I go back into my room and call the front desk.

"Hi, this is Sophia from room 384 calling, and I'm in a bit of a situation. My friend was in the room next to me, 386, and he left something in there and I don't have the key. Can you get me into the room, it's very important." I try to sound much calmer than I feel, praying and hoping that they will hear my pleas and let me in.

"I'm very sorry, ma'am," I hear from the other end of the line, "I cannot let you into the room unless I get confirmation from your friend." I quickly mutter a goodbye, and slam the phone back onto the stand. Sitting down on the bed, I panic. I have nothing for this baby, no clothes, no food, no car seat. I consider calling 911, but after what Deck said last night, I'm worried something worse would happen. My head going a million miles an hour, I eye my purse. I remember learning something from my old London schooldays. I grab my purse, scrounging through my wallet, emerging with an old gift card.

"Yes!" I sure hope this works. As pissed as I am with Deckard, if I'm going to watch this baby, I need things. With scissors, I cut the card into a shape and discard the other piece. Taking my card piece and the baby, I go back to Deckard's room. Scanning the hallway for other people and maybe a security camera, I see the all clear. Saying a short prayer, I slide the card into the door and hear a satisfying click. I hold my breath as a open the door, terrified of what I'm gonna find.

"What the..." The room is spotless. Well, spotless except for one spot. In the corner of the room lies a baby car seat and diaper bag. I grab the things and run back to my room. Once I get back to the room, I start to go through the bag. Bugger is getting fussy. I find some baby puff snacks and give them to Bugger. Gosh, I have got to find something else to call him. Shuffling through the bag once more now that the little guy is occupied, the corner of something white catches my eye.

I pull out a white envelope.Opening it, my jaw drops as I pull out a wad of cash. Flipping through, I decide there must be at least ten thousand dollars in my hand. The other contents include a piece of paper. It reads;

Soph,
I am so conflicted as I write this. Something has come up and I must go. I can only believe fate brought you to our room last night. I got a call not too long after you brought the little bugger back with you. I can't give you details, I wish I could, but I am dealing with a very dangerous situation. I must take care of this, and you are the only one I can trust right now to keep him safe. I enclosed a sum of money that sound be able to last you for a while. I have a place lined up for you to stay at in the Canary Islands. You'll be safe there. I contact you when I know you're safe.

Be good to the little bugger. Now you're all he's got.
Deck

Like the note underneath the door, I read the letter over and over again. The baby is fussing again. Near tears, I go over and change his diaper. How can I do this? I change the baby's clothes and start to change clothes myself, realizing I'm still wearing my pajamas. I throw on leggings, a tshirt, and an oversized Adidas sweatshirt. Slipping on my tennis shoes and throwing my sunglasses on, I pack up the rest of my things and put bugger in his carseat. Scanning over the room for the last time, I grab all of my things and leave.

Once I check out, I get a taxi and go to the nearest airport. With a baby and all my luggage, I head up to the counter to buy the ticket and check my bags. However, as I'm waiting in line, I hear one phrase over and over. "Passport Please".

Oh no. I have my passport, but none for the baby. Silently scolding myself for not thinking things through, I excuse myself past people and leave the line. Near tears, I sit down on a bench near security as I hear a loud voice.

"Man, I swear, my jet is here. I'm heading to the Canary Islands. Man, c'mon, one brother to another! You gotta let me through! I swear my jet is here!" My head whips in the direction of the voice the second I hear the words "Canary Islands". I see the source of the voice emerge from across the way. The man in subject is middle aged, with deep, cocoa colored rich skin, dressed very nicely. He seems to be arguing with a man in a suit wearing a badge, who I assume works for the airport. Gathering everything in my arms including my little passenger, I hastily walk over to the man. Saying a little prayer, I put on my best sultry look and curl my arm through his.

"Baby, c'mon, let's go!" I say, batting my eyelashes a little. He looks at me, confused, and I lose my demeanor for a split second, hoping he isn't dumb enough to let this opportunity go. He blinks a few times, and then wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"See, man? This is my girl. I have my jet here." He bites his lip and furrows his brow.
The man shakes his head and pulls out a walkie-talkie.

"Uh, ya, I need to check something..." Drowning out the suited man, the other man turns to me and whispers in my ear.

"What is going on?" He doesn't sound nearly as pissed as I thought he would be, but I guess I did just save his butt. Now I can only hope that he actually does have a jet and he is going where I need to go.

"Please, I am begging you, just go along with it. I thought I'm the one who just saved your ass." I roll my eyes, but quickly resume my eyelash batting as I notice the an putting his device away.

"Right this way, sir." The man said quickly, looking slightly embarrassed.
Straightening his jacket, the mystery man at my side smirked.

"Heh, that's what I thought. M'lady!" He mock bowed and let me go in front. Holding my breath, I wait to hear the words "What are you doing" or "Go away", but they never come. Before I know it, we come across a big window displaying a large number of planes and jets. However, one stands out in particular. The man at my side rushes forward and chuckles under his breath.

"There she is. Hey baby." Shaking his head slightly, he walks through the gate towards the ground level where all the private jets are loaded at. I look out the window after he starts to walk away, hearing slight fusses from Bugger, who I'm not sure had been noticed by our new friend.

I have trouble picking out which plane is his, till I see him admiring the only logical one that he could own. I through my head back, gathering all of my things as I head in the same direction he just did. I hope I didn't just make the worst decision of my life, or worse, put the life of this baby in more jeopardy than it already is.

Taking a deep breath, I make my way on the tarmac to the large white jet with the words "It's Roman, Bitches" on the side.