Go Bestie|Ride For Me|Book Two.

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Lydia's Point Of View.

"Momma. Momma, get up!"I hear my sweet baby's voice say next to me

I wake up to see Ñovee's wide eyes staring at my face.

He has been having some really vivid nightmares, So I want him sleeping next to me so I can comfort him.

His dark brown curls sit on top of his face. Longer than before.

He needs a haircut

"Good morning baby"I say, reaching out to give him cuddles.

After a few minute he speaks.

"Momma"he says softly.

I nuzzle into his soft hair.

It's been a little under a week since Everett rescued our son, from Trevor

I haven't allowed Ñovee out of my sight since!

The guys have came to see him, but I never let them stay for too long, incase he feels crowded.

"Park?"Ñovee asks, tilting his head to the side a little.

I smile at him but my heart drops.

I don't want him outside of the house yet.

Renz and Everett have promise to run a couple more checks to make sure we're completely safe.

And speaking of Everett.... where is that nigga?

I ain't seen him in a hot minute

He needs to come and see his son.

"Maybe another day."I tell Ñovee, running my fingers through his curly hair.

He nods his head okay and I pick him up to give him his bath and clean him up.

A few minutes later Ñovee is splashing and playing inside of the tub.

I giggle at his antics.

I try my hardest not to let my smile drop when I see the fading bruises on his legs and his upper back.

Once I finish cleaning him up, I dry him up and put him on some comfy clothes.

I take him downstairs in his high chair.

"What do you want for breakfast baby boy?"I ask him getting out mostly everything in the refrigerator.

I already know what he's gonna say.

"Pancakessss!"he squeals excitedly

I laugh and kiss the end of his nose.

"Guess who's coming to see you?" I ask Ñovee conspiratorially.

He looks up at me with wide eyes.

"Who mommy."he questions.

"You have to guess moot moot."I say matching his tone.

I start making the batter.

"Is it daddy?" He asks eyes and mouth wide open.

My heart drops once again.

Everett.

I will phone him today.

I shake my head still smiling as I turn to the hot stove, I ladle some batter into the frying pan.