Sanctuary

Chapter Twenty Nine - Vows

:: Manip, just like all the others in the story, is mine ::

This chapter, like the last, is in 3rd POV to help with story progression. The next chapter and the rest of the book will be in Blake's POV.

Enjoy, this chapter took a lot out of me.

10:35am - New York, NY

"Por la enésima vez ábrelo , límpialo, le hechas polvo y hecho."

Roman stared blankly at Frankie's cousin, Milena, as she repeated the instructions for changing the baby's diaper again. She hiked up her eyebrow, basically asking him to confirm that he got it but instead he said,

"How many times do I have to tell you lady? I don't speak that Spanish shit."

"She said for the umpteenth time, open it, wipe it, throw on the powder, and done." Dean muttered while he was fixing her seven year old son's tie.

Ronan's eyebrow hiked up, unaware that Ambrose could understand her and she smirked, glad that he could.

"Mi trabajo aqui esta hecho." She smiled and picked up her LV bag. Roman opened his mouth to speak but Dean cut him off,

"She said her work here is done."

She nodded and marched right out the door, leaving them behind with the nine children. Roman looked at Dean shocked,

"When the hell did you learn Spanish?"

He shrugged. "I've messed with a lot of women, didn't want to hinder my options because of language barriers."

"Hey! Hey!" They heard Seth bark before one of the little girls came running out the room, her curly mane all over her head. He came out after her, "Isa! I have to do your hair!"

"I want to go like this!" She whined, stopping behind the coffee table as he came to a halt on the opposite side.

"And I want to be sleeping off my hangover right now but I guess the world doesn't work that way!" He argued. "Now your parents said a ponytail and that hair is going into one."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes." He started to come around and she instead jumped over the table and ran back into the hallway. "Fuck my life." He groaned and jogged after her.

Dean chuckled and picked up the mini blazer and helped Fernando put it on. "Alright, bud, you're all set - pop a squat in front of the TV."

He nodded and bounded off to do so. Dean sighed and stood, looking at Roman as he stared down helplessly at baby Gian.

"Open. Wipe. Powder. Done." He repeated slowly for him and Roman nodded, beginning to change him.

Dean then strolled into the back rooms of the suite where Dolph was French braiding Adalina's hair while her twin brothers sat on the floor in front of her playing with their GI Joe action figures.