Mass Destruction

Untitled Part 26

The next morning comes early with Abel's screams waking me up. I hear Corrie groan and gets ready to get out of bed. I keep her in bed, "I've got him"

I kiss her neck and stand up tiredly walking over to my son's room. His screams get louder the closer I get to his crib. "What's wrong my son?" I whisper to him as I pick him up, "let's get quiet for mama okay? She needs her beauty sleep. Don't tell her I said that" I continue talking to him. His screams turn into sobs and then he gets quiet when I give him a kiss and bounce him around.

I sit down on the rocking chair with him on my lap, his little hand clutches the chain around my neck, "I'm leaving you and mama for a while. You have to take care of her okay? She's a strong woman but you're still going to be the man of the house." I kiss his cheek; he stares at me with his blue eyes. "I love you my son."

"Dadee" Abel mumbles flicking my nose; "Dadee, mama"

I beam at him, he finally said daddy. I've never been more proud of my boy.

"Yes son, I'm your daddy." I kiss his forehead, "I'm your daddy."

**

I hear a camera shutter making me look up from watching Abel. Corrie's standing in my T-shirt and panties with her phone in her hand.

"You're taking pictures of me now Winston?" I ask raising my eyebrow.

"I am" she grins and walks up to us. She gives me and Abel a kiss before sitting down on the couch.
"He said daddy" I tell Corrie and she gasps with a grin, she claps her hands and kiss Abel again. "Well done my buttercup"

I smile at her, "We're leaving tomorrow." I remind her, Corrie sighs and nods her head her entire face changing into heartache.

"I know." She whispers, "Believe me I know"

I put my hand on her leg, "I wanted to tell you something last night but you were snoring too loud. Tig's daughter is dead – revenge for Pope's daughter."

Corrie frowns, "Is Tig okay?"

"I don't know. It's his fault we're going inside and that Dawn is dead."

"How did she die?"

"You don't want to know" I deadpan.

"Full disclosure" she reminds me with a tsk of her tongue. I smirk slightly and look at my kid praying he never gets the wrath of my enemies. "She got burned alive"

"Jesus Christ" Corrie whispers, "Oh God, you're not safe in there Jackson" she whispers, "You're not safe in that prison"

"We've got our protection babe" I tell her softly, kissing her forehead, "We'll be fine. I will always come back to my family."
**

I watch Corrie as she paints something. It's cute how she always sits on the floor with her legs crossed like a little Buddha. Music is playing loudly on the speakers, how she can even think with that country shit playing so loudly I would never know. I've been here for 40 minutes and yet she doesn't even know I'm here.

I smirk at Opie; he's busy eating her Nutella with a spoon. I walk around and sit beside her; she finally notices me and almost jumps out of her skin.

"When did you get here?" She asks me with a grin, I chuckle at her and kiss her lips. I have to up the security at the art shop otherwise dope brain here will get cleaned out. "I've been here a while, you're not exactly living safe babe"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" She mumbles and sticks out her tongue at me

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" I repeat and kiss her cheek. She finally spots Opie and gasps, "Harry Winston, are you eating my candy?"

"Nutella is a spread you put on sandwiches, it's not candy" he mumbles and I smirk. "Whatever" she mumbles; "Did you two make peace, yet?"

My girl is never subtle. I smirk a bit but it disappears when I think of the events that led to Opie and me fighting. He's blaming me for the shit that happened with Clay. When I asked him at Piney's memorial if he's scared I'm turning into Clay, he said he's afraid he'd turn into me. I'd never tell anyone that but it hurt like fuck hearing that from him. He and Corrie are the only anchors I have in my life and I can't afford to lose either one of them.

"Stop being nosy" I whisper in her ear giving it a kiss on her four earrings. Opie ignores her question, "We have to go"

I sigh and nod, standing up from the floor. Corrie frowns but remains seated, "Where are you going?"

"Meet with the Irish. Shit's almost over babe, promise" I tell her and look at her, her short hair is in two braids topped off with a yellow T-shirt and jean shorts. She gives me a dimpled smile, "Good."