Page 111 of My Little Doe
“Dig a hole out by the old cellar, get rid of her and the baby,” he demanded.
“No!” I yelled. I hadn’t meant to yell, but it just came out.
“You’ll do as I fucking demand of you,” Ravik said.
“If you want to kill her, then do your own dirty work,” I told him, but I knew I wouldn’t let him do that either.
“Get rid of her, now!” he yelled.
Fine. I would. I’d indeed get rid of her. I wouldn’t kill her. I couldn’t actually. Part of the weird, twisted curse of being a werewolf is that the bound cannot kill each other. Well, presuming both of them were werewolves. Technically, she was a human, so those rules didn't bind her, but I was. Ravik didn’t know that, though. Everyone left the room. I told him I needed to get some things. I got Callie and Benji to help me and her get out of the room and into my truck. I didn’t know if he wanted me to kill her there in front of him, and I didn’t wait to find out.
I found a wooden box that once held Cuban cigars. Tears ran down my cheeks. The three of us ran into the room. I walked over to the bed and crouched down. I gently grabbed the baby from her arms. She didn’t want me to take him. The only strength she had, she used to protest me. I reassured her it would be all right. I grabbed her up into my arms while Benji carried the baby.
We didn’t have time to grab the Civic. Everything was improvised. Callie was panicking, telling me how to get to Titi’s, like I hadn’t made the drive to Louisiana time and time again. I was worried that she wouldn’t make it. I often hit ninety miles an hour, trying to get there as quickly as I could. I contemplated stopping at the hospital, but I knew that would make things much more complicated.
Once we made it to my Titi’s, she immediately called the doctor, who arrived in minutes. I ran her into the little clinic room that was part of her house and placed her on the bed. My Titi pushed me out of the room. I sat on the couch, head in my hands, tears rolling down my face. Every bit of the last four months flashed through my head. Could I have been nicer to her and gotten away with it? Once we moved to the house, I’d been nicer but not nice enough.
If she survived, I owed it to her to do everything for her. She may hate me forever, but at least she’d be alive to do it. Titi and Dr.Arthur were doing their best to save her. I pulled myself together, went to the truck, and got the box out. I opened the box and stared at the little boy who lay in there. A tear hit my hand. I hadn’t even noticed that I was crying again. He was so tiny, only twelve inches. He had dark, fuzzy hair on the top of his head and lighter, fuzzy hair all over his body. His cord and placenta were still attached to him.
I closed the box, pulled him close to me, and brought him back inside, placing him on the small table outside of the room Zay was in. I went back out and started to scrub my truck. There was blood everywhere. Thankfully, the truck had leather seats. It wasn’t common, but I paid for the upgrade. I scrubbed and scrubbed until my hands were pruny.
Just as I’d finished, Titi came out to find me. She let me know that Zay was stable. The doctor had to do a procedure to get out parts of the placenta, which is why she was bleeding so much. They gave her some blood, and IV fluids were currently running.
My Titi pulled me into a hug, and tears streamed down her face, prompting tears to flow from mine. I knew about her only daughter and how she lost her. I knew this probably hit home for her.
“She still doesn’t know, does she?” she asked.
“No…” I said.
“You might need to get to that conversation,” she said.
“You know that it’s complicated, me being a wolf and all. Plus, she just lost her baby. I can’t drop anything else on her,” I said.
“Okay, well, you can go sit with her. Dr. Arthur is going to leave, but he will be back early in the morning, probably before she wakes,” she said.
“Is the cabin ready for us?” I asked.
“I had the boys go over and get what baby stuff was in there out, so yeah, it’s as ready as it will be,” she said.
“Thanks,” I said. I pulled her into another hug.
I headed into the house, and she was unconscious, lying in the bed, with the IV dripping.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The bag was nearly empty.
I stood in the doorway, taking her in. She already looked a little better, but still worse than I had ever seen her. I was frozen in place.
“Do you think we can carry her to the guest room?” Titi asked.
“She can’t stay here?” I asked.
“She could, but this room is filled with baby stuff, plus I might have a mom go into labor tonight. I wanna get it cleaned and ready,” she said.
I looked around the room, and she wasn’t wrong. There was a baby changing table, stacks of diapers, and portraits of newborns up. She clamped the IV line, grabbed a gauze, and pulled the needle from Zay's arm.
“Shouldn’t need this anymore. I don’t want her to wake up grabbin' things,” she said.
