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“Pull yourself together, son. Don’t do anything you will regret later. And you will.” He said quietly, but I heard. I guess he just spared my life, huh? Nick looked so livid, that it wouldn’t come as a surprize to me if he tried to kill me. But then he didn’t move a single muscle and never uttered at word. Both twins, Lena and Shirley gave me tight hugs and we said our goodbyes. With that we left.
I can’t say that I slept good that night. I did manage to catch a few hours of a restless slumber, but being this big didn’t help. Add to that my baby is behavior, she was acting out again. So much that at one point I cried out loud. Not a second later doc Evans was by my side rubbing my stomach and singing some corny blues tune with his raspy voice. I felt bad for doc, he was old, he needed his rest and I took it away from him, but the moment I tried apologizing, he cut me off with a stern look of displeasure, so I kept quiet. When it was finally breakfast time, I took a first look around his home. It wasn’t big, but it was cozy, a log cabin with only two bedrooms – one master and one guest. Both rooms had ensuite bathrooms. Then there was the living room slash library and a small kitchen with a huge window. That’s it, but what else would a single man need?
After breakfast we settled in the living room where doc introduced me to his huge book collection. He had all kind of stuff there, some related to medicine, some of entertainment, like mysteries and all, some collectibles and a huge part of werewolf history, and that was what captivated me the most. Doc Evans laughed at me, but allowed to dig into his collection and explore. If I were to live
among
them and have a were baby, I had to know everything there was to know, that was my mission now. That and also avoiding any type of conversation about the mate situation. While I read, doc sat in his own corner sorting through his own stuff, I didn’t ask what exactly, I was so engrossed with my literature.
At some point Lena dropped by and we had a light lunch sharing a meaningless conversation. We even shared a laugh, but I felt the spirit of Nick hanging over our heads. I chose to ignore it. And
that’s how my day went.
The next day was no worse or better. Doc never left my side, helping me with everything I needed, feeding me, rubbing my stomach, singing to my baby, acting like a doting grandfather. That day it was Hannah who dropped by and brought her famous pear pie, which I ate almost alone and in a record time. Hannah laughed at that, and I could see that she was pleased. They shared a hushed conversation with doc and she left.
Then the next day came and everything was pretty much the same, except the we resumed our shooting lessons. I made some progress, this time it took me only 20 bullets to shoot one can down, I felt stupid, but doc Evans was ecstatic and said that after a couple more sessions I would be pretty equipped to stand my ground. That day the twins dropped by, and thanks to Simon’s joyful nature I
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even laughed a bit.
My reading gave me a lot of information about werewolf history, the pack law and other useful information, but had close to none about healers, Doc Evans promised to talk to the elders and find out something that would help me develop my gift, but that would be only after I gave birth, so I was left with werewolf history 101 again.
On day four there was a knock on the door and doc Evans tensed. I looked at him worried, but kept silent. He went to open the front door and then stepped out without letting me see who was out there. Since I was huge and tired all the time, I didn’t make any attempts to
pet up and was left to wallow in my curiousity from my spot in between the fluffy pillows of doc’s couch. And then doc returned and with him was he, Nick.
“We need to talk.”
Chapter 2
