unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 49

A/N: NOT EDITED and this is a repost because I don't know what going on, but since the new interface sometimes it chops the chapters near the end so there's this gap... so I copied and pasted from Word once again.

if you're using the new interface and still having trouble with missing and jumpy chapters, I recommend using the Wattpad App to read because I checked and the mistakes don't seem to carry over onto that..

Enjoy,

roxann.

Chapter 49 - Russell POV

Fatherhood was something I had prepared myself for numerous times in my life, each time never making to actually ever holding my newborn child in my arms. Only having in-utero photos to cherish, but never a healthy, newborn with unexpected charm, personality and wide eyes. I lifted my son from his crib, placing him in the carrier, in front of my chest, "Shh... my little night owl," I bounced him a bit, stepping from the room and heading for a cup of coffee.

Softly walking down the stairs, I could hear the faint heartbeats of those in the house, the sound of the breeze cutting through the trees, the hum of the fridge and just about - well literally - everything else. Slipping into the kitchen I wasn't surprised to find my father already making each of us a cup, "You know... I think Rusty is the most like you - well like you were when you were a child," he says before I even really made it a foot inside.

"Taking him out for a walk?"

"Yeah," I murmured talking the cup he pushed towards me, heading for the door, "Mind the company?"

"Nah, you can come along," I said truthfully. It had become something I did around midnight since we had gotten McKenna back. Out of Rusty, Catalina, and Livvy, Rusty, would wake up fussy around the same time each night. With three the same age, I took whatever opportunities I could to bond with them one on one. Warm bottle for Rusty and coffee in his hands, Dad and I left the house, walking along the path, quietly sipping our warm beverages, despite not needing them in this heat.

I sighed, smiling down at Rusty, his eyes wide as he moved his head around from side to side, taking in everything into his curious little mind.

It reminded me of Angel.

Although lately, everything reminded me of her, I'd been a wolf for nearly two weeks now, McKenna as well. It was a bit strange and overwhelming, hearing my wolf Cirus was one of the biggest adjustments I had to make of all. His input on everything was staggering as well as the need to be around Angel, something I had felt without Cirus but now the need was exponentially greater.

The island and our overall proximity reminded me greatly of the time we spent in Germany alone, her getting accustomed to me, learning things she hadn't before. When we first arrived and things settled I noted that Angel was back, but also more than before. It was hard to put my finger on it at first, but now I see that she was building a personality outside of that battered, starving girl chained outside that Declan and I had found on our hike.

"Our mother and I have been so caught up helping those children here... how have you been?"

I snorted as we strolled down the beach. How was I? After nearly three hours of excruciating pain, worse than any of the tattoos' that covered my body, worse than being hit with a bat repeatedly. All things worse than that, considering it hurt when one bone was broken, having all of them done in the span of three hours? Torture.