Claimed

*twelve*

"It's crazy." I whisper as Nadine shows me another picture of Raymond as a baby. He carried the same eyes as Vincent.

"Truly." She adds, nodding. Cradling Vincent as she taps his back as he shakes his toy crazily. I blink at the baby picture, narrowing my eyes. I sighed, closing the album. I could only wish Raymond was Vincent's father.

I couldn't remember when Vincent was conceived. But when I'd have to be intimate with Hector it usually was forced. He'd be drunk and beg, or he'd be angry and just start unzipping his pants.

I always hoped that my children would be made out of love but...Vincent's loved. And he always will be. So I couldn't complain.

I smiled as I looked over at Nadine and Vincent. She was smiling down at him happily, tapping his tummy.

Someone knocked on the door, Nadine tried to stood up but I took the lead. "I'll get it-" But they had already let themselves in. I stare up at Raymond as he burst in, hastily look into the living room. His eyes landing on Vincent and then me. I smiled shyly, intimidated by the look he was currently projecting on me.

"Quinn, Raymond. Hello." Nadine says smoothly. I search and find Quinn as she walks over to us after closing the door her brother probably left open.

Quinn nods her head, "Hey, mom. Hi, Rina." She jumps over the couch and takes a seat next to Nadine. She coos as she looks at Vincent. Nadine shakes her head at her daughter but shrugs it off. "Hi little baby, I'm Quinnie." Quinn coos to Vincent as she makes kissy noises at him.

I giggle at that, Raymond's hand grabs mine and pulls me up on my feet. He walks me around the house and up the stairs without a word. "Ray?" I ask him cluelessly.

He keeps quiet and guides me around until we're in another room. "Where were you?" He growled at me. My heart thumped quickly, I tilted my head down nervously. "I went running..." I whispered. He softly chuckled, shaking his head. Obviously nothing was funny and he definitely didn't find anything humorous in this.

"For five hours?" He said, his voice was lowered in a dark tone. I shrug my shoulders, "I-I didn't expect to be gone that long...I had a little grey patch and Nadine found me." I explained to him. He stared at me, I didn't even realize how much time passed. I mean Vincent did wake us up early. Around five in the morning and earlier before that so by the time he started to wake up again at five I thought we should just go out for a run.

It's not like I was getting any sleep anyways.

He took in a deep breath, his clouded eyes staring into mine. He drawls me in, "Grey patch? What happened?" He questioned, his eyes searching my eyes.

"Nothing...I just felt paranoid." I tell him giving him a reassuring smile. He lets it go and brushes his check against mine as he lowers his head into the base of my neck. Tilting his head so his lips pressed against the base of my neck. I winced at the pain, letting out a shudder at the same time.

He took in a deep breath, "I need to get you a phone or something." He mutters as he lifts his head just enough so our eyes could see each other's.

I laugh, cupping his face. "I'd say you could run with me but, I think you'd be too slow." His face brightens at my words. He lets out a loud laugh, picking me up and spinning me around. "Oh you wish, gorgeous." He said as he held me up. I laughed as he spun us around again. He squeezed the back of my thigh.

"Jesus." We turn around, Quinn shaking her head at us. She held Vincent in her hands as she stared at us with a scrunched up nose.

I slid down off of Ray and moved over to my sweet angel. His eyes looked towards me as he sensed me, "Baby." I sang, picking him up gently from Quinn's arms. She smiled at me, but smirked as she looked over at her older brother.

Raymond's front pressed against my back. "What." He said, I looked up to see him slant his eyes at his sister. She snickered, my eyes widened and I span around. Walking into the room and finding a seat, Vincent looked hungry. I could tell by his wide eyes as he looked at me with his mouth open and his lips curling and uncurling.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just-you're not acting like father would want." She says teasingly. I look up, Raymond smirks back at his sister.

"That's a good thing, brother." She says softly with a playful grin. She looks at me, tilting her head. "You sure you ain't no gold digging, rank needing, bitch Irina?" My eyes widened at her choice of words but I ended up letting out a laugh.

"Uh, no. Definitely not." I laugh awkwardly, shaking my head at her bluntness. She grins, "Good good!" She says happily and skips over to me. "Don't question her like that, Quinn." Ray growls at her, annoyance deep in his voice. She rolls her eyes, ignoring his request.

"Mhmm, anyways. Rina how do you feed him? He just latches on to you tit?" She asks looking at me with innocent curiosity. I choke on my laugh, I laugh out loudly. Disturbing Vincent from his snack, he even looks like he's giving me side eye.

"Basically. He latches onto the nipple and the milk lactates from there. There's little holes around the nipple." I inform her. She nods, "Does it hurt?" She asks, her eyes wide. I shrug my shoulders, moving my head from side to side.

"It feels weird at first. But you get used to it. It hurts after awhile if you don't release pressure once and awhile." I say with a pout. She laughs, "Oh god." She sighs out as she lays back. "I could never. Max already knows I ain't popping out no pup." She says happily.

"But seeing Vincent makes me have major baby fever." She says pouting as she stares at the little guy. I laugh, "Yeah." I whisper.

We were back at our own home. I was freshly clean and so was Vincent. I watched with a smile as I laid down, my hand on my cheek as I watched Raymond read to Vincent as he laid between us. Vincent stares up at the large man that held the tiny book in his massive hands.

I giggled, causing Raymond's eyes to connect to my face. His words didn't halter as he kept reading, a smirk on his face.

I quieted down, a big smile on my face. He closed the book, I laughed as he jokingly glared at me. He leaned over me, his face hovering over mine. "You laughing at me, Irina?" He questions, trying to keep a serious face. I let out a laugh, "Just a little." I confess, an amused gleam goes across his eyes.

"Oh," He chuckles. "I have to do something about that, hm? Can't have someone laughing at an Alpha." I squeal as he tries to pick me up. "Ray! The baby!" I cry out laughing as he rolls us back. He pins my hands above my hand, his other hand freely roaming the bare skin that escaped my shirt that had been raised.

I laugh, "You weirdo!" He smirks at me, straddling me and leans down. "What's so funny about reading to my boy?" My heart fills with pure joy and I can't even speak.

"Hm?" He pries with a smirk. I stare at him with something I'm not sure of. I'm scared of.

It's quiet as we look into each other's eyes. The mood shifting as he lifts me up smoothly and sets me on his lap and pulls me sharply into him. My legs wrap around him as we sit on the bed and our lips hesitantly meet together.

An intense pain digging into our skin but it doesn't stop us.