Long Awaited Mate Is A Baby novel Chapter 8

I immediately tense up. "Allie? You okay, baby?"

She shakes her head, and makes no move to look up.

"What's wrong?" I whisper, kissing her head repeatedly in an effort to calm her.

It seems to work slightly, and Allie lifts her head to meet my gaze.

"I don't know her," she whispers, pointing to my mom. "She no like me,"

I hold Allie a little tighter to me. "Baby, she already loves you. That's my momma. She knows you even if you don't know her,"

Allie lifts her head a little more to look at my mom.

Mom smiles back at her, warmly.

Satisfied, Allie gives a small little wave and grins back.

I can practically see my mom's heart melting for the little girl. She takes a step forward to see Allie and holds her arms out, a question in her eye.

"Can I hold you, Allie?" my mom asks softly.

Allie shakes her head and clings to me, burying her head in my neck again.

"Well at least we know she likes you," Mom teases.

"Very funny," I deadpan. "Now, do you have any cookies for Allie? She wanted some,"

Mom grins. "You're just in luck. I made a batch just a little while ago," She walks over to the fridge and pulls out a container of Christmas cookies.

"Baby, look," I murmur in Allie's ear.

She lifts her head and spots the cookies. "Can I have one?" she asks my mom in a small voice.

"Of course, sweetheart. Here," She hands Allie two big cookies.

My baby girl smiles her biggest grin and starts eating the cookies, while not letting go of me.

I watch her as she eats them, happy that I can make her happy.

I cut him off with a growl. "I would never reject her. Never." Even the thought makes me sick. I never want Allie to be without me. I don't wan her sad. Her being sad hurts me probably more than her, and that's something I never want to happen.

John holds up his hands as I sign of surrender. He's been walking on thin ice these last few days. "I'm just saying, Kaden. I didn't think you'd want to wait so long for your mate. You'll have to with Allie,"

"Actually," Jack cuts in. "He only has to wait three years. Not even that long. At the rate Allie's growing, she'll look our age in no time,"

The car falls silent after that. No one responds to Jack's statement, even though we all know it's true. It's just uncomfortable to think about. Because when Allie looks nineteen, she'll really only be three. And even if she's my mate and I'll love her either way, most people won't. And they'll look at me like a sick psycho who's obsessed with little girls and doesn't want to get caught.

After ten minutes of uncomfortable silence in my car, we reach Allie's little house. It's been decorated in red, green, and silver lights, and I can see the tree from the open window.

As soon as the car is parked, I jump out of the car and run into the house, knowing that the front door won't be locked.

The first thing I see is my baby playing on the floor with her toys. She locks her eyes with mine and reaches toward me, whimpering my name.

I immediately scoop her up, cradling her to me. By now she's almost the size of a one year old, but she can do things that any common six year old would do. She's smart and advanced.

The rest of the people from my car file in the door, saying hey to Allie who barley glances their way. Instead, she's focused on my hand, and is flaying with my fingers that are four times bigger than hers. She seems to find it fascinating.