ZAK SEAL Team Seven(33)

“Why what’s wrong with you two?” Like I didn’t know.

“Our women kept us up half the night complaining about your shit. Now I’m all for you standing up and all that, but not when it interferes with my shit if you know what I mean.” Lo looked like he’d slept rough.



“What he means is that when a man grows accustomed to a certain reception from his woman, he doesn’t like being thwarted by a fucking nonexistent headache on account of his brother is being an unreasonable asshole.” Con covered the baby’s ears as she nibbled on Ty while her formula was being heated.

“Damn bitch made one and two, it was only one night, grow a pair.” Ty held Zakira protectively like he expected them to snatch her and give her back. At least I knew I had an ally.

“You stay out of it, you didn’t have much to say last night when your little filly had you in her sights. You might not be pussy whipped…yet, but you’re something. I think I see a yellow streak under his Collar Lo what you think?”



“You’re lucky I got my niece in my arms or I’d kick your ass.” I rolled my eyes at the three of them and got the bottle. “Give her here.” I wonder what the fuck was wrong with Tyler; he was acting like he didn’t want to give up the kid, domesticated fuck.

I sat and held her the way the book had said to. I stayed up all night reading that shit which was fine, since my baby girl fussed half the night. I think she might be teething, I’m not sure; I have to read some more. I refuse to believe that it’s because she missed her mother. She has me now; she doesn’t need anyone else. She wasn’t too happy with the formula, she only drank a couple ounces, so I got her mother’s milk under duress. I wasn’t sure how she could tell the difference, but when she leaned back against me and played with her toes while sucking it down like a wino at a bar, I figured it was going to be a while before I could talk her outta this stuff.

Thank fuck Con and Lo switched gears and concentrated on the baby instead of trying to make my ass crazy. “Did you get her that food in a bottle stuff? I think her mom has some.” I gave Con the death glare and he piped the fuck down. I’d already told them that I wanted nothing from the she wolf but they were still trying. “I had Vicki Lynn pick some up, but as soon as I can make a run I’ll get the shit and make it myself. The book says fresh is best.”

“What book, why do you keep saying that? I thought babies were like…you know, play it by ear, trial and error, that kinda thing.”

“Ty what the fuck, were you raised by wolves?”

“Close enough.”

I moved my kid closer to me and out of his way, because no joke, he had a serious attachment to her already. I could just see him teaching her all his bad habits, and next thing you know, no one would want to be around my kid either on account of she’d have his damn mouth. I think I might be too late though, because he started making faces and she grinned around her bottle and waved her limbs in the air.

The others came straggling in one by one and I got the distinct feeling from all the sighs of relief that they didn’t trust me to make it through the night with my little girl. Disrespectful fucks. It wasn’t long before my kitchen was full, and everybody seemed to have a damn attitude. Ty, the baby thief was waiting for her to suck the last dreg through the nipple before he was ready to take her from me.

“She needs a bath, it’s going to be hot today. The book says a bath and powder.” He just nodded and headed for my room and her stuff. “Who’s cooking?” Dev pulled up a chair while I passed the baby to Lo so that I could go fill the tub with water. “What do you mean, isn’t Gaby cooking?”

“Didn’t you two tell him?”

“Tell me what?” I came back out and left the water running after Quinn’s statement.

“The women are on strike, they’re not doing shit until you talk to Vanessa and straighten this shit out.” I need this shit first thing in the morning.

“What the fuck, can’t you two control your women?” I shoulda known some shit like this was gonna go down. I took my daughter from Logan just in case he got any ideas and headed for the bathroom, with Ty hot on my heels, with what looked like a couple hundred different bottles of shit and rubber toys. He hovered like an old woman while I got her undressed. “I don’t think you’re supposed to do it like that.”

“Do what like what Tyler? Look, how many kids do you have?”

“None asshole.” He was huffy.

“Exactly, I have one, and this is how you’re supposed to do it.”