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@littleredmartin
Lydia watched as she laid the baby down, easily scooping back into her hug. She kissed Allison back, her forehead pressed against hers and their noses brushing against each other. “Of course I do.” She said, fingers curling into the back of the Omega’s shirt, “It’ll be be next to the nursery. I have it set up for you already.” Well, since they’d all moved back in, anyway.
“Good.” She whispered back, looking up at Allison. “I’m so happy you’re back.”
As soon as Allison checked out of the hospital, she drove straight to Lydia’s. Days before, she heard that since repairs had been completed, Lydia and her staff had moved back to the manor, and since Allison had left Victoria with her while she was in labour, she knew it was the only place she wanted to be now. No more hesitations, no more uncertainty - she was signing the contract, and keeping her family together.
After being allowed in, and collecting Victoria from the nursery, Allison went straight to Lydia’s room, wrapping her arms around her neck.
“Please don’t make me leave you again.” She muttered, nuzzling into her shoulder.
@littleredmartin
It took weeks before things were even starting to resemble normal. Her staff slowly reintroduced themselves to their newly touched up home and she, with heavy heart, returned home with Alexander. This entire ordeal was still rattling on her nerves. She had her son asleep in a crib in her room. A chair was pulled up close, her legs bunched up against her chest as she rested a hand through the bars to let the sleeping babe continue to hold her finger.
Lydia’s head whipped up when she heard her door open and she was about to scold whatever staff dared enter without knocking, but seeing it was Lydia, she removed her finger from Alexander’s grip and nearly knocked the chair over as she ran to Allison, arms swinging tight around her waist. Her chin was propped up onto Allison’s shoulder, on her tip toes. “I didn’t make you leave, you wouldn’t stay.” She reminded, a little exasperated, but still excited the Omega was here.
Lydia bit her bottom lip for a moment. All of the papers were back at the manor. “I’ll write up new ones. You can amend them however you like before you sign.” She breathed in sharply again, holding a little tighter to Allison as she turned her mouth to her ear to speak softly. “If this kind of thing happens again, I’d release you until its over.”
[text] The babies miss you
[Text] Are they safe?
[text] Lucky us Elena Bellamy is not suicidal to anger me so Sinema is safe. [text] What did you do to piss her off?
[text] I haven’t done a thing[text] She thinks my father is behind Natalie White’s shooting a few weeks back and the deaths of some of the others there were also on his order
[Text] Only if that’s something you want to do. I wouldn’t ask it of you otherwise.
Lydia took in a deep breath and she shut her eyes at the contact. She knew it wasn’t her fault, but she still felt so guilty. She was infiltrating on his life and probably bringing up so many horrible emotions and memories from the fire he ran into. She pressed against his hands, looking up at him again, eyes big and sad. But she nodded. “Thank you.” She said softly.
She stood up a moment after he did, adjusting Alexander in her arms. She looked up at him for a moment and gently touched his arm, lingering for a moment before following his directions, guards and nanny in toe. She went inside the room, nanny following and sitting beside her on the bed as the guards stood outside the shut door. Lydia couldn’t help but cry again, turning and resting her head on the older woman’s shoulder as she wrapped an arm around the young Alpha and her baby.
Lydia nodded a bit and kissed her back, brushing their noses together when their foreheads touched. She breathed in a little sharply at the news and she bit the inside of her cheek. “The sooner the better... how far along are you?” She asked. When will you sign my contract?
Lydia looked up at him, nodding lightly. Strategy was needed.. she wished it wasn’t. “Thank you.” She said softly, nearly a whisper as she pressed her cheek further into his cheek. She sniffed a bit, trying to keep herself from crying again, though the tears in her eyes were had to subdue. “I’m sorry you had to get dragged into this. I didn’t know any of this was going to happen.. when she said war and I assumed that she meant just.. protest from our companies or something like that. Never did I imagine this.. I’m sorry you had to see this kind of thing again.”
[text] Lucky us Elena Bellamy is not suicidal to anger me so Sinema is safe. [text] What did you do to piss her off?
[text] I haven’t done a thing[text] She thinks my father is behind Natalie White’s shooting a few weeks back and the deaths of some of the others there were also on his order
[Text] None that she made clear. I don’t know where it came from. We met for a drink, she declared war with no further explanation and left after I suggested we go about through the legal system just in case he did.
[Text] If he did it I want him behind bars. Not my Pack to be tormented by hers for something we don’t know is true or not.
Lydia’s brows knitted as she looked up at her, hands squirelling up and brushing her hand behind her ears, holding onto the Omega’s cheeks, thumbs smoothing over them. “We’re here, we’re safe, we’re fine-- where’s Victoria?” She asked, heart racing.
“I understand that, but there’s no reason to jump straight into declarations of war when we could go about the legal system first.” She said a little more sternly. “There is an amicable way of settling this. Gather evidence instead of rumors and then persecute if necessary.” Lydia’s lips tightened a bit and she bit the inside of her cheeks. This was grating on her soul. This was unnecessary. She didn’t say anything in response. She just watched the other Alpha, staring hard at her. This wasn’t going to end well. She could tell.
[text] Lucky us Elena Bellamy is not suicidal to anger me so Sinema is safe. [text] What did you do to piss her off?
[text] I haven’t done a thing[text] She thinks my father is behind Natalie White’s shooting a few weeks back and the deaths of some of the others there were also on his order
[text] If you haven’t found a place, go there.
[text] Does she have a good reason to think so?
[Text] I have a place to say.
[Text] She made accusations that my father was the one who organized the shooting.
Lydia looked up from her seat at the other Alpha, nestling her baby against her. When he knelt, her eyes followed him and her shoulders eased ever so slightly, still full of anxiety and tension. “Then what? I just wait?” She asked, tone coming out softer than she intended. She was scared. She never liked showing weakness, but she couldn’t help it in this moment. “...Can I have some of the staff come visit me here? Even just for a short while.”
As soon as Allison got off the phone to Lydia, she was set on what she was doing. Leaving a note with Corey to say she was taking Victoria out, and leaving all her ID behind as a gesture proving she’d be coming back - the last thing she wanted to deal with when Scott was trying to negotiate with Dimitri was the latter thinking she’d kidnapped Victoria again. Slipping out without her guards was harder, but she pulled away from the driveway quickly, heading to the address Lydia had given her.
Getting past the guards at the door was harder, but once Lydia confirmed she was there to see her, Allison was let into the loft, and once they were left alone, Allison wrapped her arms around the redhead, not wanting to let go.
“I was so scared for you.” She whispered, stroking her face with her thumb. “Are you okay?
@littleredmartin
Lydia was pacing in the room Derek had let her stay in. She’d mostly been using it for Alexander, but the nanny was with him now so she could have some private time.
When Allison came though the door, Lydia hurried to her, hands clutching to the sides of Allison’s clothes, pulling herself close to her, looking up at the older girl. “Yes and no-- are you okay?”
The entire ride was Lydia consoling Alexander, cooing and hushing him until the baby stopped crying. She could care less that her eyes were red or that her mascara had run down her cheeks, she was just happy her baby was safe. All of this chaos was something that could’ve been discussed but no. All of her staff had to suffer for someone else’s mistake.
When they reached the Lofts, she didn’t waste any time getting inside, her three staff members surrounding her as she went in. Her brows creased and she held firmly onto her baby, looking around before finding a safe spot to sit herself down, away from the windows. She spoke quietly with the nanny who sat beside her, discussing the baby and how he was in the middle of his nap when everything had gone down. She wished she knew what to do to fix all of this, but she was too frazzled for any of that right now.
“Derek.” She called out lightly to him, looking up at him, brows knitted up. “What can I do to help you right now?”
Lydia was full of nothing but worry and panic and all she wanted to do was scream and howl and go ballistic, but she had to keep some kind of composure, even if it was in the form of her crying in the passenger seat of another Alpha’s car. Nothing was good right now. Everything had gone to shit and fast.
The feeling of Derek’s hand on hers, she looked back at him. She sucked her lips in, tears flowing a little more heavily as she turned her hand to hold back onto his. There was nothing to say back to him, but she hoped he was right. The small comfort was enough, to just hold onto his hand to have some sort of grounding in this whirlwind.
By the time they pulled up to the manor, Lydia wasted no time rushing out of the Camero. She saw one of the wings, the one with her father’s office, on fire and she ran. Heels and all, she ran past all of the staff members who were rushing outside into the driveway and up the steps. She went up the other flight up to the nursery, the door slamming open. The sound of her son crying was enough to make her want to scream. The nanny was frantically shoving everything into a bag to make her leave with the baby, but Lydia spared her the extra weight and snatched up her baby herself. She carefully wrapped a blanket around him, covering his little nose with the corner of the blanket to keep any potential smoke from getting into his lungs. She ran out, the nanny in toe and down the stairs and out the door with the hoards of the staff who were still flooding out. “Everyone get somewhere safe!” She stopped, reaching into the top of her dress and pulling a card out of her bra, giving it to one of the older butlers. “Make sure everyone has a place to stay. I don’t care the expense. Just make sure everyone is safe. The pin is 681146.” She said before rushing back to the car, moving herself into the back seat between her guards, the nanny taking the passengers side now. It was safer that way. She could duck and cover if she needed to. The wails of her baby were enough to draw her focus downward to him anyway, removing the thin fabric from his face and shushing softly down at him, trying not to cry again.
[text] Lucky us Elena Bellamy is not suicidal to anger me so Sinema is safe. [text] What did you do to piss her off?
[text] I haven’t done a thing[text] She thinks my father is behind Natalie White’s shooting a few weeks back and the deaths of some of the others there were also on his order
