A/N Hi, everyone. Happy New Year's! I hope everyone got shit-wrecked and wasted and cant remember anything and had a beautiful kiss at midnight! I know I did! Well, actually all I did was pull up a picture of Taylor on my phone and basically molested it with my lips but it's still the same thing.

Anyway, this isnt an additional chapter to Baby Doll. Part 1 of the Baby Doll "trilogy" is over with and done so know we're on to our second chapter. I dont really know if you can call it the sequel because the story isnt finished but I wanted to give ya'll a little sneak peak of what's up to come. I hope you like it, please review. xD

"Alright, Leah! That's it!"

My anger multiplied times ten when I remembered I couldnt express this feeling I did the usual way; by phasing.

I yanked her arm and brought her to my face, intentionally being as rough as possible.

"Listen to me and listen good," my breath was hot on her face and she didnt even cringe. Her eyelashes were crinkled back and damp from all the tears. Her hazel eyes were glossing and watering as if she'd begin crying again and this time I was grateful.

"I fucking love you with all my fucking heart but being nice to you isnt getting us anywhere. Im sorry about what happened, Lee! Im sorry I wasnt there to protect you but Im here now! I'm trying my very hardest to take care of you but I c-cant unless you at least let me try!"

Her top lip curled in disgust for a second.

"You're my baby and I will support you till the day we're both six feet under and skeletons but I'm not Harry Clearwater! I cant treat you like a baby anymore! You know our daughter is fucking petrified to even talk to you? She's scared of what you've become! Seth is scared, the pack is scared! We want Leah back!"

She blinked at me.

"I can only be so sweet to you when you cant even look at me and when you do, you gimme this look of disapproval. This look of disappointment as if I havent been the man Im supposed to be! Im sorry I wasnt there, ok? But that was my baby too! You're acting like you're the only one who lost something in this situation but guess what? You didnt. I lost my son and you're acting like it's my fault. It's not!"

Her dry hair brushed up against my arm as I manhandled her harder.

"Just please, Leah..." my voice went back to its usual husky tone. "I have never, ever, loved a women as much as I love you. I'd die for you and Im really trying..."

Flashbacks of last week came back to me and I squeezed my face to keep the tears in.

"I can only give so much, Leah..."

She tried to tear away but I gripped her so fucking hard, there was a light yelp that echoed from her.

What's wrong with me?

Leah didnt want me and she hated me. She was disgusted with my presence and being because I couldnt protect her from her attacker that night. I tried. I could only try. If she was ignoring my gestures, all I could do was take care of her because that's what a man is supposed to do for his lady. I adored her despite the glances she shot at me on the daily; she would leave once she had the strength.

It hurts so bad I could cry.

When the fuck would my Leah return?