Ok so it's been AGES since I've updated this and I'm so sorry! I've just recently gotten back to this and I've had a whirl wind of a year since I've been gone. But thank you so much everyone who has already read this and left reviews! I promise this time it is going to get finished! I'll try and wrap it up within these next few chapters! J
RPOV
I didn't recognize the man staring back at me in the mirror. I'd always prided myself on keeping fit and healthy. And the dark bags under my eyes and hollow cheekbones didn't resonate that. The months had weighed on me. I knew where my Babe had been. And my baby as well. But there was nothing that I could do. The risk was way too high to go in guns blazing, even to have gone in covertly.
That bastard had told me he'd do as much as carve out the baby to set an example. And that had turned my blood ice cold. For months it had stayed ice cold.
The guys couldn't shake me out of it. I constantly stayed by the monitors, hoping for any glimpse of her. They'd managed to set up cameras near the house without getting caught. Sound had been a no go. But for these months not once had I seen her leave yet daily updates from Maria showed that she was alive. She had basically turned into my own personal sleeping beauty. The fact that they didn't move hideouts spoke volumes. And that put a deep fear in me. Because people who were scared ran from hideout to hideout. The fact that they'd stayed meant confidence. Confidence that had worked to keep me still where I was with all my built up evidence, just waiting for a chance to slay the dragon and wake her.
SPOV
He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. And he was a part of me. A part of me that I was going to have to give up. I had never known heart break until that thought crossed my mind.
This cute chubby sleeping baby that fit perfectly in my arms, that had Rangers complexion and nose, would have to leave me, and who knows if he would ever see me again.
"Maria, I want to keep him with me, but you have to get him out of here. Please, get him to Ranger."
She looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. I knew she would help me, I'd met Robert when I was screaming in pain. He'd been so gentle. And I really wanted to believe that this couple would save my baby.
"I'm tired Maria, and weak. I can't run with him. You have to take him with your husband and leave."
"Mija, I cannot leave you here. He'll kill you."
I couldn't stop the tears, "He might kill me, but I have to hope he won't. Ranger still has dirt on him and will use it."
She nodded and spent the next hour planning what we were going to do. She'd had an old baby doll from a foster child they'd tried to adopt. She would swaddle it for me and let the guards think the baby was sleeping with me, when in reality she'd have my baby packed in her laundry bag hidden away.
She'd already cleared it with the men earlier that she'd have to make a trip to a laundromat to wash the sheets from me giving birth. If they'd been thrown out it would draw attention. Plus they'd be heavy so naturally her husband would help her with carrying everything.
I prayed all night for it to work as I snuggled my sleeping baby to my chest. I still hadn't given him a name. Everything had felt like it happened so fast and I had been so tired from a difficult birth with no epidural to get me through. The one thing I'd probably be able to give him is a name. Even if I didn't make it out of here alive, I should give him a name. And I knew that I wanted him to have his father's name, especially since I felt like I was looking at the tiny batman version of the man himself.
Ricardo Carlos Manoso Jr.
Damn he had a mouthful of a name. And Ranger was going to have a handful of time caring for him.
I'm sorry Ranger, I knew you were never the type to settle down, but now you're going to have to play single father to our baby if these assholes have it their way….but please don't let them win….I have so much to say to you, and so much to apologize for. I want to see our baby grow with you beside him.