Lyon
Chapter 124

Well crap, Colt had been right again after all, I hate when that happens. He doesn’t just come out and say ‘I told you so’ like us lesser mortals. Oh no, with him it’s like being put before a firing squad and playing twenty questions at the same time.

And I don’t dare roll my eyes either or there will be hell to pay. Thank goodness for that impromptu party last night. That sort of spared me so far from his tongue but I knew it was coming Xmas or not.

Add the fact that his Caitie bear had been caught in the middle and the fireworks were going to be flying for sure. I wonder if feigning early pregnancy syndrome would get me off the hook. That was the only time I’d gotten any peace from him and his mess. Then again that wasn’t entirely true either.

He becomes a whole other special kind of crazy when I’m pregnant, crap. I looked down at his sleeping face; he looked so innocent. The way I imagine the son he swore he’d planted in me a few days ago would when he gets here.

I wouldn’t have him any other way though; all that tough caveman biker gruffness makes me feel safe in a way nothing else ever could. When he isn’t pounding away between my thighs, he’s standing between me and the rest of the world.

I can’t believe that for one second I’d had any doubts about his love and devotion to me. No wonder he’d been so pissed that day. Looking back now at everything that had happened in the last few days, my body still warm from his and the feel of his seed on my inner thighs. I knew there was no way I would ever doubt his love for me again.

“Kat what the f**k?” His voice coming out of his sleeping form had me jumping so hard I almost fell off the bed.

“Colton”

“You’ve been staring at me for a damn hour already, usually it lasts about ten minutes and I can get back to sleep, what the f**k are you planning now?”

“Nothing, I’m not planning anything I was just admiring my amazing husband.”

“My a*s, now you’ve already racked up a hell of a list of a*s whipping worthy bullshit, take your little a*s to sleep and let me get some rest before you start your shit again. Your daughter’s gonna be up any minute now looking for shit to do.” He grabbed me and pulled me back down on the bed next to him, or more like beneath him.

He went back to sleep but I wasn’t sleepy, I was wide awake, the events of the last few days replaying in my mind. Dad had told me last night that someone had killed that girl in the hospital. I was sure it wasn’t Colt because he hadn’t left my sight since the incident, but I wasn’t sure he hadn’t had someone else do it.

If I asked him he’d just give me one of his looks and tell me some crap story like he’d done when that James guy burned himself up, so there was no point in asking.

Whatever, I’m just glad that it was all over and I never had to think about it again. I do have to call Donna’s parents though and let them know what had really happened to their daughter. They’ll hear it soon enough from the cops I’m sure but I think I should still call them.

I wasn’t sure which was worst, thinking all this time that she’d killed herself and being mad at her for it, or replaceing out she’d been murdered? Either way she was still gone and there was nothing I could do about it, but it hurt, felt new, like she’d just been taken from me all over again.

Colt wouldn’t understand if I broke down because of my friend who’d been gone for all these years already, someone I’d already mourned. He’d have a fit. I’ve come to realize that he only acts that way when it’s something he can’t control.

The man does like to boss me around even up to and including telling me what to think and feel. I’m sure he knows it doesn’t work that way but that doesn’t stop him.

Like in the delivery room when he’d told me he wasn’t going to put up with no thirty-six hours of labor and I’d better get shit done in two hours tops. You gotta love him.

I better put it all away for now though, Colt was right, Caitlin was going to be up soon and it was Xmas. If things didn’t go the way my husband saw it in his head I don’t want to know what was going to happen.

He’s obsessed with our daughter having the world’s most perfect Xmas. I snuggled closer to his warmth and closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep. Maybe I can get Colt to jump me again before the baby wakes up. It was my last thought before I drifted off with a smile.