Natalia is taking her own car on our shopping excursion. We still have the extended SUV; it's just that we also now have 3 car seats in the back, and Drago is with me today.
So, this promises to be a fucked up day. There's a baby boutique here, yep, a baby boutique. I guess they thought kids needed designer shit to spit up and have a diaper blowout all over.
Right after the girls were born, I found an awesome online shop that made custom baby items. So, I commissioned a couple of 3-seater strollers. It normally has 3 seats, but the last two can be lowered and turned into a more bed-like configuration, kind of like a pram that babies used to get pushed around in.
I figured that with kids of different ages, it could come in handy. Today, since we still have only the three girls for a bit longer, we only have one stroller.
When we get to BabyLand Boutique, Drago helps me get the girls situated in the stroller. I sling a diaper bag over my shoulder, and we wander into the store.
Natalia is already here, chatting up the owner, and flitting all over the place. I often fantasize about putting sedatives in her coffee.
I wheel the girls over to a chair and park my ass. I pull out toys to keep the girls entertained, but I suspect they'll conk out before too long.
Drago brings over some very colorful stuffed animals, and the girls go nuts. He hands them out, and they go straight to the mouth, as with everything.
I do have to chuckle at the sight of them all trying to shove stuffed animals in their mouths. They will be thoroughly soaked with baby spit by the time we leave here.
I hand out a few Cheerios, and they enjoy those. Then they each get a bottle that I pumped this morning. I decided that trying to breastfeed 3 was more than I could accomplish. So I pump several times a day, and everyone helps with feeding, but they still get the benefits of breast milk.
By the time the bottles are done, all 3 girls are out. Natalia and Drago have accumulated a significant pile by now, and I have to shake my head.
The guys have no clue how often I give Victor boxes of baby things to send to one children's charity or another. Since I can't go anywhere, he mails them for me.
As soon as they're done buying crap we don't need, we get everyone back into the car for a short trip to the café.
This place always made me feel like it was the zoo, and I'm the strange creature everyone comes to gawk at. I detest it.
We successfully move the girls to the pram section of the stroller, and they all curl up together. It makes me wonder if that's how they were inside me.
As soon as we enter, I pause for a second. I swear to fucking god, they send out newsletters or memos when we are going to be here.
Our regular tables in the far back corner are open, but every other seat in this mother fucker is full. I can feel all the eyes on me and my growing baby bump all the way to the table.
I still sit in the back corner, so I can see everyone. Now I maneuver the stroller along the wall beside me. No doubt, at some point, Drago will wheel the stroller out and put the girls on display.
Helena comes out, bringing me my tea just as I sit down. I constantly drink this tea because my stomach is constantly giving me shit. I don't mind the taste, though, and it does actually help some. She also brings me a small plate with a few crackers. Knowing I'm pregnant, this is my staple when we come here.
Eventually, Natalia and Drago make it to the table and place their orders. I keep an eagle eye on the girls because I don't trust the people in this town as far as I can throw them.
Just then, the bell above the door jangles, and in walks Officer Roman. The law enforcement officer who reminds me of a sheriff in the US.
I loathe him more than others in this town. He is an officer, and his job is to uphold the law, arrest those who break it, and help crime victims.
He's never once done his job, nor will he do so where I'm concerned. To me, he is a corrupt cop. He only follows the law when he chooses.
He sits at our table like usual. He talks to Drago and Natalia. He greets me, but just like I always do, I ignore him. I hear all three of them sigh.
If I had been paying closer attention, I probably would have realized sooner that something was up.
Suddenly, Drago wheeled the girls out. I had been expecting him to do that. I, however, didn't understand why Officer Roman and the guards had moved to block me.
Until I saw Drago pick up one of the girls and pass her to someone to hold. I had always had a strict 'don't touch' policy with anyone from town. Drago knew this, which is why he set up to have people restrain me. His commands no longer affected me, so now he was using force.
"Drago, don't you fucking dare!" I yelled at him. Everyone turned to look at me.
The girl he had just handed Desi to turned so I couldn't see what she was doing to my daughter, and she didn't have to look at me.
As Drago handed out the other two, I was trying to go over the table to reach them. I was screaming at Drago, and he refused to look at me. Officer Roman and both guards were physically restraining me at this point.
He handed them out over and over, each time bashing against my soul. I knew I had tears streaming down my face, and rage screaming out of my eyes.
I wonder if there's a time when I'll be able to take this bracelet off and hurt them.
Just then, I get a bad stomach cramp. As I fold in half grabbing my baby belly, my guards scream for Drago.
So, Drago might have just killed our baby with his bullshit.