I'm Okay

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TW: Slight abuse

PSA: y'all I hardly take care of babies, excuse any innacuracies. It's 2 am and I'm too lazy to fact check literally anything.

Several months have passed since then.

In those few months, I decided I'd raise the baby with James. His mistress wants nothing to do with us or the baby, which is honestly how I wanted it to go.

I feel guilty for wanting her out of our life... But every time I saw her at a doctor's appointment or I saw James looking at her from across the room, it made me just want to curl up and cry.

James seemed a bit too comfortable with this woman, making my heart drop every time he took her hand or smiled at her.

The baby was born a few months ago, a beautiful little girl. She has his eyes, his beautiful dark brown eyes. Our little Emma Grace.

I was a bit hesitant to hold her but the second I saw those dark brown eyes staring up at me, I was in love. My eyes welled up with tears when I first held her.

I love her so much I can't even begin to understand it. I want to hold her close and keep her safe forever.

And I know she's not mine but boy does she have my loud mouth. This kid cries more than I cried during Endgame.

Which brings us to the present day. It's about 3 am and I'm currently rocking Emma to sleep while James sleeps soundly on the other side of the bed. I tiredly rock her, pacing around the room slowly.

She smiles up at me and I can't help but smile back. I boop her nose gently and she giggles softly, reaching for a lock of my hair. I brush my hair out of my face and hold out my finger for her to grab onto. She wraps her tiny little hands around my finger and I feel my heart overflowing with love for this tiny human.

I place her back in the crib, sighing softly as she starts fussing just as I'm about to set her down. I pick her back up and rock her gently, sighing softly when she doesn't quiet down.

"C'mon Em. Just go to sleep. Once you're old like me you'll regret not sleeping when you were a baby," I murmur, bouncing her gently.

"Can you shut her up?" James growls, holding his pillow over his head.

"Chill out, I'm trying my best," I mumble, trying desperately to quiet her.

James sits up and glares at me and I take a slight step back.

She's not hungry, I changed her diaper, what is she crying about??

"Alexander. Can you shut her up?" He growls again and I sigh softly.

"I'm trying." I snap.

James stands up and grabs my arm tightly, pulling me close to him roughly.

"James. Don't you dare hurt this baby. I need you to calm down," I say calmly, my voice shaking slightly.

"Put her in the crib," he glares.

I take a shaky breath and kiss her forehead, setting her in the crib carefully as she (conveniently) stops fussing, staring up at us with her big brown eyes.

James grabs me roughly and I brace myself.

"Don't you dare fucking speak to me like that again, got it?" He growls.

I nod silently. I can't have him getting mad. Not around Emma. I can't put her in danger cause I was stupid enough to talk back.

He slaps my cheek hard, causing me to wince. He grabs a handful of hair and pulls me forward, making me whimper softly.