ZAK SEAL Team Seven(39)

“Why would I agree to that, that’s insane do you even hear yourself?” I guess her girls had filled her head with bullshit; she wasn’t expecting me to be this hard. They probably thought if they put the screws to their men their men would in turn burn my ass. They had no idea what the fuck they were dealing with here, and apparently neither did she.

“You want to have anything to do with our daughter that’s the way it’s going to be. You robbed me of the whole experience, now we’ll play do overs, that’s the offer and the only one you’re gonna get.”

Her sadness almost made me fold, but I buckled down on that shit. Maybe if she’d told me when she first got here, like that first night when she slept under my roof, I would’ve heard her out. But she didn’t, instead she laughed with me, fucked me, and kept her damn mouth shut. And I’d cum inside her more than once. What if I’d bred her again? I didn’t like the way my body reacted to that thought. It didn’t seem to care that she was a lying thieving bitch. Fucking traitor.

“Who was with you?” I didn’t think I’d remember the questions since they’d all left my head with the anger, but they all came flooding back. “I’m sorry?”

“During your pregnancy, who was there to support you?”

“My mom mostly, some of my friends.”

“How was it?”

“I don’t understand.” The book had talked about all the different stages and how different women dealt with different issues.

“Were you sick a lot? Was she a healthy baby, what?”

I listened as she told me about battling morning sickness and being afraid of the delivery and all the other shit that women apparently went through. I kept my expression blank so that she had no idea that with each word she was digging her grave deeper. I should’ve been there.

And when she told me about some fellow marine doing the Lamaze classes with her and being there in the delivery room when my fucking kid was born I almost killed her right then and there. If I’d been contemplating taking it easy on her ass that shit sealed her fate.

The baby seemed to sense her and started fussing in the other room. She made a move to go towards her and I stopped her. “You wait here.” I went into the room and got her, taking my time changing her diaper while she fussed and looked at me accusingly. Fucking females, they learn that shit from young.

“Don’t give me that look you, I’m doing this for you.” She gave me a look that swear to fuck looked like ‘yeah right daddy’ before putting her fist in her mouth and butting her head against my chest. Damn I love her so much already it’s scary. So you can imagine how much her mother loves her. Fuck you and her damn mother.

I walked back into the living room where she was already preparing herself to feed Zakira. It was like I wasn’t even there as she reached out for her. The two of them reached for each other and the baby latched onto her tit like it was her lifeline. I realized I was jealous as fuck.

This was something I couldn’t give my kid, something that she seemed to desperately need. It pissed me the fuck off and I had to stifle my anger, even as I was drawn to the sight before me. I didn’t look away this time, just stood there watching, taking it all in.

It was easily one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen, but it only made me wonder what else I’d missed. I watched as she switched Zakira from one nipple to the next, and my mouth watered at the little bead of breast milk that was left behind. My dick, which had no sense whatsoever was already sniffing around for a hole to fill, he didn’t give a fuck about me, or my hang-ups. I was so overtaken with what she was doing that I didn’t stop her when she went to take the baby into the bedroom. I followed behind her like a lovesick puppy or some fuck, my anger fighting against my lust, and lust was kicking the fuck outta anger.

“I need your answer now.” I wasn’t gonna give her time to run back to her girls and let them fill her head with shit. This was between her and I plain and simple. She closed her eyes and I almost caved, almost, but not quite, at the defeated look on her face. I couldn’t forget what she’d done, wouldn’t let it go.

Her answer was a simple nod of her head and a blush. Thank fuck, I let out the breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding. “Don’t ever do that breast feeding thing in front of anyone else, especially not another man.” She looked a little taken aback but I wasn’t about to give her any explanations. It was bad enough that I still cared, but the thought of any other man witnessing what I’d just seen was enough to cause me to commit murder.