Page 30 of My Little Doe
“I’m not,” I said flatly.
Daxyn whipped his head to look at Quinnlyn. “What did you do to her?”
“Nothing,” Quinnlyn said, “guess she realized who you actually are.”
“Bullshit. You’ve turned her against me. You always had the—”
“We don’t talk about you. Watch your damned tone,” Quinnlyn cut him off.
“I’ll ask again,whyare you here?” I asked.
“I wanted to see you. See how you’re doing? See if you need anything?” he said, fixated on me again.
“I’d still love to go home. That hasn’t changed. Otherwise, I’m fine. Oh well, unless you mean the nightmares of your girlfriend and you stealing my baby,” I said, my hand instinctively moved to my stomach. The baby kicked the palm of my hand. I held the smile in.
“Wait! What?” Daxyn said.
Quinnlyn cleared his throat. “Where’s the person taking over? We need to go…”
“We have time,” Daxyn said.
“Lord, Daxyn, you always push it to the last minute,” Quinnlyn said.
“He’s standing in the hall. I paid him to stand there and keep his damn mouth shut. You can go ahead and go. Let me talk to Zay alone,” Daxyn said.
Quinnlyn laughed—deep and genuine, like Daxyn had said the funniest thing he'd heard all year. I hadn't ever heard him laugh before. It unsettled me more than his silence ever had.
“I’m not leaving her alone with you… That’s what got us into this bullshit mess,” Quinnlyn said.
“Well, clearly I can’t get her pregnant again,” Daxyn said.
“Oh, for pity's sake!” I shouted.
They both whipped their heads toward me.
“You’re both stressing me out. Get out and don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya!” I told them.
“Zay! That wasn’t my intention. I was just trying to check on you,” Daxyn said.
“I’m as good as it gets,” I said, before turning around to look back out the window. All of the vehicles had left, except Quinnlyn's truck. The sun was almost completely gone from the sky, leaving its orange hue all around. Quinnlyn grabbed the door, pulling it open. Daxyn looked back at me once more before he exited. The same guy who was there the previous two times entered the room. His brows were furrowed, and his mouth twisted in an annoyed expression.
I gave him one look before turning back to the window. Daxyn and Quinnlyn were still arguing, their voices muffled through the door. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, being on the opposite side of the room, but I knew that whatever it was wasn’t pleasant.
A loud thump hit the outside of the door. My body flinched. My eyes widened, and I turned my head toward the wall. I wasn’t sure what the sound was, but it sounded like when my brother would punch the wall. Something he did during fights with Mom or me, leaving holes we never fixed. It was something I hadn’t really thought of in a long while.
The sun was completely gone, and the moon was now lighting the sky, in its full, beautiful glory. The baby started kicking and punching strongly. I dropped my head to look at my stomach—even through my shirt, I could see the movements. I placed my hand near my belly button, where the movement was the most. The baby kicked my hand several times.
“It’s okay, little one, we will make it through this,” I said.
Shouting outside pulled me from the moment, and I lifted my eyes back up to look out the window. Quinnlyn was running to his truck and shouting. Daxyn was running behind—
“OH, MY FUCKING LORD! OH, MY FUCKING LORD!” I screamed.
Daxyn’s body contorted. His head tilted to the sky, and a howl emerged from him. His arms twisted unnaturally, bones shifting beneath his skin—
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?” I yelled.
A giant wolf was standing there, where Daxyn once stood.
