He kissed me one more time, then walked out of the room. I stayed in bed until my bladder screamed for relief and then I forced myself to get up and get dressed, before heading downstairs.
Rabbit met me in the kitchen and handed me a burner phone. “You need to use this instead of yours for a few days.”
“Okay,” I said. “What do I do with mine?”
“Turn it off. I’ll let you know when you can turn it back on.”
I nodded and slid the new phone into my pocket.
“Doc wants all of you on lockdown, but if you want to give me a list of food and shit, we’ll do a run.”
“I need to get the women together first. Do you know when they’ll be here?”
“Willow and Alfie are already here, Jasmine’s coming after work, as is Quin. Doom is bringing Lyric and Sterling in about an hour.”
“Is the basement set up?”
He shook his head. “I figured you’d want to make sure it was the way you wanted it.”
“Yeah, that’d be great. Anyone around to help me move stuff?”
“I’m here until Doom says otherwise. Otter, Milky, and Ozzy are here as well.”
“Okay, thanks, bud. I’ll go down and see what I need to do then I’ll grab you.”
“Sounds good.”
He left me and I went looking for Willow. I found her in the kids’ playroom, trying to wrangle her daughter away from the bookcase.
“Alfie, baby, you cannot climb that,” she ordered, and pried Alfie’s hands from one of the shelves.
“You look like you’ve got your hands full,” I said, walking in.
“She’s climbingeverything,” Willow complained. “She’s like a freaking spider monkey. I’m sure it’s Dash’s influence because I’m a chicken. Are you ready to make the food list?”
“Whenever you are. I still have to figure out what we need in the basement.”
“I just need to get her down for a nap, then I’m all yours.”
“I can help with the kids,” Raquel offered, appearing out of nowhere.
“That would be amazing,” Willow said. “I’ll get her down and then if you can just man the monitor, I can focus on everything else.”
Raquel smiled. “No problem.”
I nodded. “I’ll do the basement first.”
“Okay,” she said, and I headed downstairs.
“Liv?” Ozzy called down the stairs.
“Yeah?”
“Why the fuck are you down here alone?” he admonished, turning on more light.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine, Oz. No one can ‘get’ me here.”
“Babe, you’re pregnant, you just endured a serious car crash, and if you screamed, no one would hear you.”
