Perhaps a coven of druid babies might not be enough.
His eyes penetrate mine, full of so much love, I get misty.
Someday soon, tough guy.
Later, as we get ready to go, Mia grabs my phone and types in a new contact. “I almost forgot. This is the number I told you about. She’s the only cat therapist in Bensonhurst and everyone uses her. Believe me, your baby will have the best doctor in town.”
“Thanks, hun, but I don’t think we need a-”
“Shouldn’t the father have some say in this?” Grumpy SEAL walks in on the last part of our conversation.
“Ah, hello. Ifyouwant one. I didn’t think it was necessary.”Seriously? A Cat Shrink?
“Well, hell yeah, it’s necessary. What the fuck, Sam? Our baby deserves the best.” His brows crease until they almost meet above his nose.
“Jeesh. You don’t have to be so cranky. I’ll schedule her to come tomorrow.” I had no idea he was so concerned over Catrina. While sweet, it’s high up on the weird-o-meter.
“The doctor does house calls?” He walks down the hall and when he comes back with our coats, I take mine and ignore his help.
“I guess. I don’t know. I’ve never done this before. I’ll let you know. Okay?”
“Fine. Make sure I’m there, too.”
“Fine.” Damn, if he were a woman, I’d say he’s suffering from PMS. I have never seen him so moody.
We say our goodbyes and as we walk home in silence, he must realize he’s been a complete ass. “Sorry about losing my shit, darlin’. I’m worried about you. I was thinking, next weekend, we could take a trip to New Paltz. It’s just north of Newburgh and kind of artsy-fartsy-hippie-dippie. I bet we could find a small church there to get hitched.”
“Why not fly to Vegas and have Elvis do it?” I’m not done being angry and marrying a crazy man is not high on my list of to-dos.
“Whatever.”
By the time we reach our house, I feel bad about being a bitch. “I love you, Sebastian. You know that, right? And I love your idea of walking barefoot down the aisle with a bouquet of wildflowers.”
“We can do this, sugar. I promise. I’m there for you and our precious little one too.” His warm smile melts me but I had no clue he was so attached to our kitten.
“Catrina?”
He laughs. “Funny. Good one.”
In our PJ’s, we work on Sienna’s case until bed. I study high voltages and amperes while he talks to Andy.
Tired, we turn in without sex, which makes me wonder if wearestill fighting. When I wake, I wipe away the tears from a bad dream. In it, our kitten bites a lamp chord, dies, and Suds blames me.
My fiancé snores softly so I let him sleep and descend from the loft. Of course, now I’ve promised to call a shrink, Catrina purrs around my feet, puts her little tail in the air, and prances to the refrigerator door as if nothing is amiss.
She zooms up the stairs and a second later my SEAL screeches. “Fuck, Cat. Get off.”
Smiling I make coffee. Yup, everything is back to normal.
I guess I spoke too soon because right after, his phone rings. “Yeah? Oh shit. Ah huh. Okay. What do you need? Will do. On it. We’ll talk in a couple.”
He shouts down to me. “Sam, we need to go. The police just arrested Sienna. Andy is working on getting her arraigned.”
“Murder?”
“Affirmative.”
“Do we know what they have for evidence?”
