17. Gideon

GIDEON

I got her settled in a room downstairs for the duration when we got home later that day. My mom had been busy bustling around getting things in order and dad had already thought to set me up with an agency that provided outpatient service.

There would be a nurse coming tomorrow and he'd hooked us up with a good doctor that he knew and trusted. I wasn't sure about the nurse thing anymore but we'll see how Blossom felt.

Right now she's asleep. She's being understandably needy, wanting me near her at all times, which I can totally understand and it's no hardship for me to give her what she wants.

I'm holding her hand as I work tirelessly on the phone to get my business in order for the next few weeks while I devote all my time to her care.

Every once in a while her fingers would twitch in my clasp and she would make little sounds of distress in her sleep. I never took my eyes off of her as I spoke to the necessary people needed to handle things.

After her little freak out at the hospital and the subsequent visit to the nursery she seemed to have come to terms with the baby. I haven't really had time to let it sink in yet everything was coming at me hard and fast but one thing was certain .

I'm happy as fuck at the idea. I wouldn't know what the fuck to do with a kid and neither did she but I'm sure we'd figure that shit out.

It took me a little less than three hours on the phone and she was still out. I think her mind needed just as much rest as her body, but she needed to take her medicine before the pain got to be too much so I'd have to wake her up soon.

I eased onto the bed and kissed her lips softly, brushing her hair back from her temple. I whispered her awake. "Wake up sweetheart."

She groaned and creased her brow until her eyes finally opened. That smile at the sight of me always went straight to the gut. "Hi." She lifted her head for my mouth and we shared a kiss before I laid her back against her pillow.

"Time for your pills baby, mom made some soup and sandwiches, how about we have lunch and then you can have your medicine, sounds good?"

"Sure." Her voice was sleep soft and warm, luring me to kiss her again. She felt so soft and cuddly and warm, like I could just hold her like this forever and never get tired.

When the kissing threatened to get out of hand I eased off. I'm a fucking animal, here she was battered and bruised and all I could think of was getting inside her damn.

She clutched at me trying to pull me over her but I resisted. "No baby I don't want to hurt you we need to get you healed up some first." She pouted and rolled her eyes at me but whatever. I kissed her nose and eased out of her arms.

I made sure she ate and took her meds. We hadn't mentioned the baby again after we came home. I didn't want her freaking out again, not until I had some help for her. I hated the thought of her having to see a shrink but I think she might need it.

She was also scared shitless of doctors, something I'd found out in the hospital when she was lucid enough to let her discomfort be known, so I'll have to be with her if we did go that route. Fuck this is too much for me to think about right now. Just get her better and go from there Gideon one thing at a time.

After clearing away our dishes from lunch I got in bed beside her and held her while I turned on the TV for background noise more than anything.

"Baby can I ask you something?"

"What?" She looked at me as her little hand drew patterns on my shirt. I was about to wade into murky waters here but I needed to get this shit taken care of. I'd decided to kill two birds with one stone.

Since I'll be taking time off from work I could use the time while she was asleep to plan how to eliminate the fuckers who'd tormented her childhood. But first I needed to know who they were, if they were local or if she even knew who the fuck they were.

"Have you ever seen the doctor and the...monster anywhere else other than your house?"

"Uh-uh." Her body was only a little tense so she wasn't going to go back into her fucking head again. At least I hoped not.

"Would you recognize them, if you saw a picture?" She didn't answer for a long time and then...

"Could you get my school bag please?" I figured that was her way of telling me she didn't want to talk about it anymore. I decided to let her have her way for now, but sooner or later we were going to have to go there again.

I brought the heavy backpack over to her. What the fuck were they giving kids to read these days? It felt like she had a ton of bricks in there.

I watched as she struggled one handedly to pull something out of her bag.

"Here let me help you baby."

"I got it." She pulled out a large envelope and passed it to me. She'd handed me a portfolio, I opened it up with a puzzled look on my face until I saw the drawings there.

"Where did you get these?" I had no doubt as to what I was holding in my hands .

"I made them." She was back to sounding scared so I sat next to her and pulled her onto my chest.

The pencil sketches were of two men over time. In the earlier drawings you could see a bit of the fanciful as the person drew them with inhuman aspects, her monster.

As the drawings got better with time, the facial features became more pronounced until every detail was there. Even a mole on the left side of one man's cheek.

You've got to be shitting me, it couldn't be. No wonder Cliffy boy thought he could flounce my words and go after her anyway. This shit had just gone to a whole other level but that won't stop me, it just meant a change of the game plan.

I picked up my secured phone and called Gage my head of security and the only other person I'd trust with this. "Double security, I need you to come in."

She looked at me so scared, like just the fact that the pictures were out in the open could bring her harm.

"Do you know them Gideon?" Fuck me she began to shake. I hugged her as tight as I could without hurting her.

"They'll never come near you again baby, they'll have to go through me first and no way that's gonna happen.

"Why didn't you tell me you were an artist baby?" I tried to change the subject she didn't need to be worrying about this shit right now. It was my turn to do the worrying for her. It took all my control not to leave and go put a bullet in the fucker's head right then and there.

But I had a bad feeling in the pit of my gut that there might be more victims out there, this shit was huge. I had to handle this with care from here on out. This wasn't just about some small town cop and some perverted fuck looking to buy a young virgin anymore. These people had the best spin-doctors on their payroll if I showed my hand too soon they might walk, fucking politicians.