Chapter 92

I sat on the bed watching my happy babies wondering if Ben was alright. My eyes rested on AJ and it took everything in me to keep from crying. How did Ash’s mother survive all six initiations? The thought of it was driving me crazy. When and if that day came, I’d surely die from the anxiety.

AJ grabbed my thumb and chewed on it, rubbing it against his bare gums. “I wonder if daddy will put you through the same thing.”

He whined. He pulled my thumb out of his mouth and began kicking and waving his tiny hands around as his face creased in discomfort. “Are you wet again or hungry?”

I checked his diaper. He was dry, “You eat like your father.”

I looked at my watch. It had only been a half an hour they’d probably take another hour or two to rip Ben apart. I shook my head trying to clear the image of Ben’s head meeting the white ground in a bloody kiss.

“Okay. Let’s just do something