BLAIR POVEverything seemed so pointless and honestly made no sense at all.I honestly liked this house before but not anymore. After going through some renovation and all, I found it cute and all, and I would always be proud of the work I had put into it but it just didn't feel like home.I had gotten Nathan down for the night, but it hadn't been easy. Rosa and Samuel had stopped by right after bedtime with a bottle of wine and of course, moral support. We were seated in my pretty living room, a glass of wine into our evening. Sam and Rosa on the gross couch, me channelling Nathan by the lounging blanket on the floor. “You're being smart,” Rosa said, her glass perched at her lips.“I know.” I buried my face in the blankets, careful not to knock my wingless over. I was limiting myself to two and I didn't want to spill a drop. "Hey there, smarty pants," Samuel teased, a playful grin spreading across his face. "You shouldn't look so stressed out about being intelligent." He playfully
BLAIR POVWe had a rough night. Nathan had been up and down, cranky as hell due to the pains from his tooth, and I had barely slept for more than an hour straight. By six-fifty, we were up and dressed, Nathan in his car seat, ready to go.It was too early for this, but I couldn't make myself wait another second to go see Ronnell and find out where his head was. He and I had done a lot. Said even more. But on this topic, our communication had really failed. We were both coming from places of hurt and insecurity. I could be the brave one, though. I could put myself out there and tell him what I really wanted. If he didn't want the same, at least I would know. I could then figure out what my next step was, but I just couldn't skip this one. This step was the most important. “Okay, my love. Let's go see daddy.”I put the car seat down to sling my diaper bag over my shoulder and open the door. It was a good thing too. Otherwise, I would have dropped him. But Ronnell was here.Standin
BLAIR POVHe slid his hand to the back of my hair, fisting it just shy off too tight. “We need to tell Smith that Nathan is mine,”As adamant as he was, what lay beneath his statement was protection of his personal belongings and slight fear. I heard it in the slight quiver of his voice. The grip on my hair, and the urgency in his eyes.I had missed this when I would come into his office to seek comfort from him after trying to reach Smith to claim Nathan and he ended up rejecting. Then, I didn't recognize that Ronnell had been just as worried. He was attached to Nathan and had taken care of him via me since he had become aware of his existence. Of course he had been worried about another man coming into the picture.“Of course, we would tell him that because Nathan is ours and not his.”A satisfied rumble vibrated in his chest. “That's right, princess. Nathan is ours. Mine and yours.”“And you love him so much.”“I do. I love that little champ and his mother too. You are both mine.”
RONNELL POV I didn't want to miss more of this so I wrapped my arms around her middle as my shoulders shook, I clung to her with a franticness that didn't make sense but felt real nonetheless. “Fuck, Ronnell,” she whispered. “You don't need to feel bad because everything is okay. We understand each other now.” Lowering herself to the bench, her knees on the outside of my hips, she held my face in her hands gently. I should have been mortified by the tears I had let loose, but she pressed her lips to each one, never asking where they had come from or why they were even there. She kissed them away. Just like that.My Blair. My princess.Her fingers stroked through my wet hair, and her lips slid along my cheeks, soothing me, caring for me in the way only she could.“I love you, Ronnell.” She murmured. “I have cared for you for a long time, even when you drove me mad, but I think it started to turn into love when I walked into my bedroom after you let me sleep all night and there you
BLAIR POVRonnell offered me my job back, and I happily accepted. I was relieved to learn he hadn't let go of his new assistant; instead, he transferred her to another department. I sat down at my desk, unable to keep the satisfied smile off my face. Being in love and being loved back made my mundane, everyday tasks feel a lot less tedious.I was so excited to be back to the office and my desk. As I pulled my belongings from the neatly stacked box, I noticed a small tear in the cardboard. To my surprise, the tampon inside had been jostled loose and was now upside down and facing the wrong way.My palms were sweaty as I picked up the envelope. The papers inside were scattered and rumpled, and a cold dread washed over me. Someone had been searching through my things. The only person who had been in the office and could go through my stuff was Ronnell. Had he found my papers?But…but… he hadn't even mentioned it to me, and we had barely even spent a second apart from each other yesterda
BLAIR POVThe day of reckoning finally arrived. Smith was due in town, and we had to confront him with the truth: Ronnell, not him, was Nathan's father. We'd exchanged a few text messages over the past week, but each day had brought a growing unease. Something about this whole situation felt... off.Perhaps, I was nervous because I had left him believing that he was the father of Nathan. Ronnell came into the room carrying Nathan. He had learned to blow raspberries recently and hadn't honestly stopped showing off his new skill. Anyone who came within arms reach of him instantly became drenched in his saliva, but nothing dettered Ronnell. When he saw his new trick, he proclaimed him a super genius and didn't even blink when he drenched his shoulder with his drool. “He hasn't replied yet?” Ronnell questioned patting Nathan softly on the back. “No.” I held up my phone. “I guess he is busy saving the world to reply but he's a notoriously bad texter, so…”I hadn't heard from Smith for a
RONNELL POVDinner was easy and totally stress free. Frankie was babysitting Nathan upstairs, and as much as I loved my son very much, I had to admit having adult time was a very nice change.After we ate, Blair went upstairs to feed Nathan before we left for the party while the rest of us cleaned up. There wasn't much to clean up since we had ordered in, but there were a few dishes and utensils.Emmanuella held up a plastic container. “Do you recycle or do you keep these for spare storage?”“You can recycle.” I opened a cabinet to show her the stack of take out containers we had kept. “we have tons of collections.”Her eyes flared. “Oh my God. Ronnell! Don't tell me you do not cook for my best girl? Don't you know that you are suppose to cook for your girlfriend. I and my Fiancee are terrible cooks, but he's marginally better, so he insists on doing most of the cooking. Blair deserve that amount of treatment too.”“She does deserve it, you are right.” I lifted a shoulder, unbothered.
BLAIR POVI walked back into the kitchen to find Daniel holding the monitor, and the others were gathered around, intently watching the live feed from the nursery.“Are you spying on my baby?” I teased. “Yes,” Daniel responded unabashedly. “This is cool as hell. You can just watch your kid whenever you want to?”“Of course, I can. I’m not as neurotic about watching him as I used to be, though.”Mia laughed. “Let me guess, Ronnell is?”I grinned. “Uhmmm, he finds it soothing having the monitor really close by.”William shook his head. “Yeah, I can see Ronnell as a total hover father.” When he realized what he had said, that he called Ronnell a father, he clamped his mouth shut. “Hey, it's fine,” I assured him. “He is absolutely a hover father, but I like it. It makes me feel not so crazy.” Daniel turned the sound up to listen in on Ronnell and Emmanuella talking. “Can I be aunt Emmanuella already?” “Yeah, that would be alright with me and Blair.” Emmanuella sighed. “I think you s