Chapter 8

• ~Blue~
• After a long day of shopping, Thor helped me into the penthouse with baby Pearl and the items she needed. It turns out that Zeus had nothing he needed to care for her. Not even so much as a baby bed. The poor darling was sleeping in a playpen the childcare worker gave him.
• Thor seems like a nice man. He is very helpful and was willing to help set up the baby’s room and clean out all the old junk I found in one of the spare rooms. I’ve been painting and adding some cute accents to her new nursery.
• “What the hell is going on? What happened to all my BDSM stuff?”
• “Oh, Mr. Thunder, you’re home. Good,” I say, handing him a basket of baby clothes. “Fold and put these away, please.”
• “What did you do to my kink dungeon?”
• “You won’t be needing it. You have a child to care for, not strapping innocent women to a St. Andrews cross for your perversions.”
• “Perversions? I’ll have you know I’m a master of BDSM. I’m a legend.”
• “You’re an imbecile. Now, put those clothes away while I give Pearl her medicine.”
• I walk out and he has chucked the laundry basket to the side, following fast on my heels.
• “Medicine. What Medicine? Is Pearl sick?”
• “Well, her father has been feeding her tacos through a blender. I’d say she has a few belly issues. She’s constipated because of that garbage you have been feeding her.”
• “Oh, she’s sick because of me,” he said with a sigh.
• I look back over my shoulder and he is leaning against the hallway wall, seemingly defeated. Walking back to him and touching his arm to soothe him, I sort of feel bad for the guy.
• Damn, his body is as hard as a rock… Focus Blue. He’s not a man you need to be caught up with. Stop checking him out… damn, his body is glorious… shit. Focus.
• “Zeus, it’s not your fault. They threw you into this, with you not knowing how to care for her properly. You have made the first right step in hiring me. You may not like me very well right now, but I only have her best interest at heart. She needed a bedroom, and that was the only room that seemed logical. I took the guest room, and your things are in storage.”
• “So, I guess my private life goes to shit from here on out.”
• “No, you can still have that. Just tone things down and think of your daughter first. She’s a very special child, and I think if you want her safe. You just need to evaluate your life a bit. Zeus, this is part of being a human. You’ll learn that we humans cannot just go around doing whatever we want. There are consequences.”
• “Yeah, like knocking up a flight attendant.”
• I giggle, agreeing, “Something like that.”
• Turning his head to me, he gives a sad expression that honestly tears my heart out. He’s struggling and even I can see that.
• “Ms. Valentine?”
• “Yes.”
• “Is it bad that I want to kill the men who hurt Sophia? I want them to suffer for my little girl losing her mother. Look at me, I’m a horrible father. She needed her mother, not me.”
• Dropping my head, I don’t know what to say. I can’t blame him for feeling that way. “No, I think anyone would feel like that, considering the circumstances.”
• With a blank look, he says, “I will kill them. When I find them, no other woman will die at their hands.”
• “Mr. Thunder, you can’t do that.”
• “Why? Give me one damn good reason why? They took her from me... I mean Pearl. So, I’ll take their lives. An eye for an eye.”
• “Because murder doesn’t solve anything. If you go to prison, Pearl will be alone, and the foster system is not a place for her. You don’t know if you will ever return home, so you have to go by human law.”
• Resting his head on the wall again, he sighs. “I never admitted this, but I loved her. Sophia was such a good person. She didn't deserve this.”
• I don’t know what to say, but I don't think grief is a human emotion he fully understands. “Zeus, I’m sure she cared for you, too. But she would want you to do what’s best for little Pearl, and that’s loving her and being the best father you can be.”
• “What if I’m not cut out for this?”
• “That’s what I’m here for. To make sure you learn how to be. I’m a nanny, but that doesn’t mean you get to push off your duties as a father to me. That’s not how I work. I’ve had people in the past cop out on their duties as a parent, and that is not good for a child. Do you want what’s best for her?”
• “Of course, I do.”
• “Then let me help. Starting with getting that medicine. You can come with me, and I’ll show you how to administer it.”
• With an heir of sadness, he reluctantly agrees and follows me to the kitchen. I think he does want the best for her, but it’s going to take a lot to teach this overgrown man-child how to be a real father. If he’s willing, then so am I.
• ***
• ~Zeus~
• I admit, I’m not a big fan of the nanny, but she’s right. I need her and she does seem to want to help. I’m still pissed that she took down my BDSM dungeon. That was where I did my best work. I guess I’ll have to keep playtime in the bedroom from now on. I don’t want the nanny getting all bent out of shape if she finds an orgy in the living room, either.
• Watching her show me how to do the medicine for my baby girl, I couldn’t stop looking at those beautiful blue eyes. It’s as blue as the skies, with a hint of gold around the pupil, like a ring of Saturn.
• Letting my eyes wander south, I catch a glimpse of her thick thighs and curvy ass. It’s more than a peach. It’s like two round melons that I just want to take a bite out of. The thing is, she’s probably not gotten laid a day in her life. This is clear because if she was, she wouldn't be so much of a bitch. Sure, I need her for Pearl’s well-being, but she needs to curb that attitude before I… mmm… spank that big ass of hers. I bet my handprint would look perfect on those round peaks. Fuck, my dick is getting hard.
• “Are you listening to me?”
• “Huh?” Shit, what did she just say?
• “I said, did you get this? I’ll mark the amount on this little dosage veil and it’s as easy as that. Twice a day.”
• “Oh, yeah. I got it.”
• “Are you all right? You look flush?”
• “I’m fine,” I say as I turn away and head out of the room, adjusting my cock as I walk away.
• I need to get away from her before I fuck this chick right on the kitchen counter. What the hell is wrong with me? One minute we are talking about baby stuff and the next I’m thinking about how she’d taste on my lips. I haven’t done fat chicks since arriving on Earth, but here I am getting a hard-on just thinking about her.
• Heading to my bedroom, I barely make it past the threshold before I’m pulling my dick out of my dress slacks and rubbing one out. Damn, those witches.
• Sitting on the bed, I lead back onto the headboard. I can hear her humming down the hall, and it makes my dick twitch in my hand. Closing my eyes, I can picture spreading those juicy ass cheeks apart before I dive into her and pound that pretty ass with all my might. Slowly, I’m stroking myself, and the humming from down the hall has stopped, but I still hear her in my head as my eyes lull shut while gripping my hard cock.
• Damn... I’m in trouble with this woman.