Both of our ragged breaths mixed and mingled. I had no clue of her reaction.

Her lips were slightly parted as her head was turned to me, her eyes glued on mine, one of my arms around her waist, and one gripping hand on her chin.

What I had said, though, was completely true.

Somehow, she came and dug her way into my chest and took my cold heart.

"Do you realize how much I need you?" I asked her.

"Why? Why do you need me? You were fine without me before I came." She said.

"I never was. I wasn't ok. You came, and gave me an indescribable feeling. I'm hooked."

"Do you know how cheesy you are?" She asked smiling. I chuckle.

"You're like my personal brand of heroin. And I'm addicted." I say.

"No! You little butt muncher!" She turned around and glared at me. I was completely confused. She took one finger and jabbed me in the chest.

"You thief! You stole that from Twilight!" She glared up at me.

I throw my head back and laugh. "It's not funny you little thief!" Crossing her arms and pouting slightly.

"Come here baby." I say opening my arms.

"No. Im not friends with thief's."

"We're friends?" Crossing my arms.

"Hardly acquaintances. Don't flatter yourself."

"I think," I approach her and grab her hip. "We could," I put my face in the crook of her neck and she places her hands on my chest. "Be more then friends."

"N-No." Breathlessly.

"Did Tru Mane just stutter?" Backing up looking at her.

"Asshole." She mutters before turning and making the bottle

I turn around and head over to the little girl. Walking out of the kitchen, I enter the living room where the little girl has her hands up in the air, just hitting them together and giggling.

I tower over her. She looks up at me with these innocent eyes. She laughs as I smile down at her. I reach my hand down and she clutches onto my finger.

Her hand clamps on my finger and moves it. I just stand and let her. Her eyes continues to look at me.

"Hey cutie. Lucky, aren't you?" I ask. She looks at me confused before giggling. "Get to see Tru all time. Yea." I smile down at her. She giggles.

I sit down next to her, on the edge of the couch.

There's footsteps behind me, so I turn around. Tru is standing there with a bottle smiling at me. I smile at her.

She walks over and picks up the little girl and cradles her to her chest. "Hey beautiful." She says smiling down at her.

She sits next to me, leaning on the back of the couch, feeding the baby.

I scoot back and sit next to her. I just look at her. How can someone be so gentle and caring for something? How can she be so compassionate? It looks like she could never even hurt another person.

Then again, she did punch Veronica in the mouth. It was hot.

She must've noticed me looking down at her because she looked up at me.

"What?" She asked.

I shake my head. I then, drape my arm on the back of the couch right behind her. She continues to stare up at me. Smiling, I look down at her lip that she has between her teeth.

I begin to lean in. She doesn't move. Just keeps eye contact with me.

My lips skim hers. Her breathing hitched.

Suddenly, a door in the hall open up and in comes her Uncle. She immediately looks back at the baby. I don't move my head.

"Hey! You're home early! Oh! Is this why? Did he make you leave, because I swear-"

"No! Shut the fuck up!" Tru says.

"Don't tell me what to do, little lady!" He fired back. I was about to get up and bash his head on the wall, but Tru speaks.

"If you don't shut up, the remote beside me, will hit you in the face." Calmly, smiling up at him.

I chuckle. Her uncle playfully glares at me.

"Anyways, are you going to work tonight?" He asks her.

"Yea. Ron should text me when to come in and my schedule for tonight." She smiles to herself.

"Who's Ron?" I ask, brows furrowing, anger rising.

"Complicated. He works with me, but he's also kinda like my boss. But, we both have another big boss." She shakes her head. "Complicated."

"Okay." I respond, not liking the idea of her working with a guy.

"So, am I picking up Matt?" Her Uncle asks.

"No, I'll get him."

"And Britt?"

"I'll handle her. But tonight you'll watch them right?" He nods, "Okay, I'll have dinner done, spaghetti, and both kids will be washed up. Britt's bottle will be done, and make sure Matt takes off his shirt so the little animal doesn't get food all over it." She finishes.

She really does do a lot for them.

"Got it!" Her uncle says with a nod.

"Britt's all done, imma wash her bottle. Be back." She picks up Britt, and takes the bottles. She presses her up against her shoulder.

Her uncle retreats back to his room.

Standing, I go and stand at the door frame. Leaning against it, I watch as she washes the bottle and burps the baby.

I walk up to her and Britt stares at me.

"Here. Let me." I say, taking Britt from her. Tru looks up at me with a grateful smile.

I lean against the counter and put the baby to my chest, patting her back.

Tru smiles at me. "Here, like this." She takes a hand towel and puts it over my shoulder. She then readjusts the baby so she's pressed against my shoulder.

Then, she repositions my arms. One, where my wrist was under Britt's bottom, and the other patting on her back.

I smile down at her.

She goes back to cleaning.

After she's done, she reaches for Britt. I shake my head. "No. I like her. She's cute." She looks taken aback.

"Um. Okay." She laughs slightly. "Just, let me." Again, she walks up to me and repositions her in my arms. She makes it so that I'm cradling her to my chest.

She then turned around. "Follow."

Smiling, I comply. She would- no, will, make a perfect Queen.

"I'll be back. Hurt her and I'll cut off your balls slowly." She says before making her way up the stairs.

I sit down with Britt. She looks up at me and smiles, showing off her toothless mouth.

Her Uncle suddenly comes out. He glares and walks straight to me.

"You hurt Tru, and I swear on the breath you breathe, I will hurt you. Shes had a lot of shitty people in her life, and she doesn't need another. So if you plan on hurting her in any way, I will hurt you. And it's not a threat."

"I wouldn't ever hurt her. You don't understand and I don't expect you to. But I do need you to know that I have no intention of going anywhere or hurting her."

After a bit of negotiation, I finally got her to let me drive.

She told me the place and I drove. We got there and she ran inside, asking me to stay with the baby.

She came back with a little boy. He had brown whisky hair and brown eyes. In that way, he looked a lot like Tru.

He was talking to Tru and reaching up to hold her hand. The continued to talk until as they made they're way here. She looked down at him smiling.