Camilla's POV continues
“Wait, I'll try.” he tells me.
“Good,” I nod. “But don't expect me to let you keep her as much as I get to every week, she's too little to be passing around.”
“Okay, can I have her for a few days next week?”
“Only if she wants to, and next week is a busy week, so no, you won't have time, neither will I. So, I prefer she stays with me.”
“I'll cancel everything for her,” he tells me.
“I need her, and I will be so stressed, I'll kill everyone if she's not here with me. Looking at Arieya is what keeps me sane, I'm aware this isn't the version of me you knew, but it's me.” I say, bestowing him the look that makes men cower in front of me.
Before he responds I hear Arieya crying and Belle screaming for me. I open the door and go out, with Adrian hastily following.
“Beta, I'm over here.” I let out, watching her go straight ahead, when I speak, she turns.
“There you are, I've been...” She pauses, looking at Adrian leaning by the door frame.
“It's not what you're thinking.” I defend, and proceed to take Arieya from her, kissing her little cheek. “Mio amor, what's wrong?” I ask her, my hand wiping her tears.
“I think someone needs a nap, she beat Karla's new friends.” Mirabelle tells me.
“I wonder where she gets it from, I'm not a bully and King..” I trail off, remembering Adrian is behind me
“Daddy,” Arieya cries.
“Shit,” I grit through my teeth. “Why the fuck did I...” I halt, hearing a disapproving growl behind me. “And now?”
“Can you not curse in front of the baby?” he raises an eyebrow.
“The fuck? Since when do you tell me what to fucking say in front of my daughter?”
“Here we go,” Mirabelle sighs.
“No, because whose vagina was ripped while pushing this baby out? Mine right? Yeah, so don't tell me what to say or not in front of her I'll say whatever the fuck I want.” I tell him, turning to Belle. “Help me lay her to sleep won't you?”
“Sure,” Mirabelle smiles, taking Arieya into her arms, only to dump her with Adrian, who takes her, securing her with one arm. “See, I came for the pool party, not auntie duties but you two made the baby together, you can handle her tantrum together.” she grins, merrily skipping away like a rainbow fairy.
“Shh, don't cry love.” Adrian murmurs, brushing Arieya's back and she rests her head on his chest, her quivering still at bay.
“Stop quivering Arieya, no one likes a crybaby.”
“Don't build her insecurities, let her cry.”
“Insecurity?" I laugh. “For heavens sake, she's two fucking years old.”
Adrian places a hand over Arieya's ear, and zeroes his gaze on me. “You're acting like you need a good fuck, and if you don't shut up so we can put her to sleep, I'll give it to you.” he warns.
“The nerve,” I gasp. “Give me my daughter,” I tell him, trying to take her but she hangs on tight to him, protesting with wails when I don't stop.
“Arieya!” I gasp, feeling deserted by my own child, betrayed to say the least.“Are you for real sweetie? You are switching up on me for this guy? You just met him baby.” I frown.
“What do you expect? She's my daughter after all and now I see why you didn't want me near her, you're scared she loves me more.”
I bite down on a remark that could start another argument.
“Where do you want to put her?”
“My room.” he retorts.
“No,” I shake my head. “My daughter isn't sleeping on the sheets that you-”
“I haven't been with anybody for a long time,” he argues my unfinished statement. “And I don't jerk off on my sheets.”
I wet my lips, taken aback by his statement, what does he mean for a long time? I -
No, I shake the thought off. “Is that so?” I grin, knowing the last part is obviously a lie.
“I do it in your room,” he smiles, his smile growing wider when mine falls.
He doesn't know this but this arguing is active foreplay for me, it's torturing me inside, and what's worse is acting like I wouldn't rather fuck this entire argument out and be over with it.
“I love holding her,” he smiles, rocking her in his arms, “I wish I could have been there to hold her when she was born.”
“You didn't know she existed, so stop acting like a victim when you would have been a shitty father and we'd have raised her in a toxic environment with your temperamental love. One of your fuck buddies would have probably poisoned my baby, and one of them that claims I killed her child, I bet she would have murdered mine to settle the score when in reality the moon goddess just didn't allow your child to be part of this world. But, screw me, I got blamed for it.” I shrug.
“Aren't you a very petty Alpha Camilla.” Adrian laughs, peeking at Arieya slowly drifting to sleep. “So, what was she like as a baby?”
“She hated me for a close month or two, it was as if she knew I almost aborted her.”
“That shouldn't have crossed your mind,” Adrian lets out, his voice nearly cracking.
“The last thing I wanted was a baby from someone that never loved me nearly half as much as I did them. You're lucky you got a baby from me, appreciate her, she's the only child you'll ever have, considering I'm the only woman that can bear you kid.”
“Don't you want more kids?” he asks.
“Oh, Sweetie,” I grin. “I'm a royal.” I announce, laughing as he watches me, trying to find the humor in my words.
When he finally grasps I'm grinding because he isn't the only one that can father my kids, he frowns, causing me to grin more. “Yea,” I nod. “But I'm good with two kids, I don't need a third baby daddy but if I ever need a third baby? Trust me, your bed is the last option.” I sigh, extending a hand to tap on his shoulder. “
“I'm going back outside, talking to you gives me migraines. Keep my daughter off your nasty sheets, and if anything happens to my sweet little girl, you're fucking dead Alpha Adrian Carter.”
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