Burnedeverywhere.
I hadn't listened to her.
I should've fucking listened.
I held her as her breathing evened out, her body melting against mine while she slept soundly.
What we had just survived was never going to happen again.
I couldn't make decisions for her anymore. We needed to be a fucking team. I had to let her in. All of this was my fucking fault.
Kat sleptfor a few hours before her growling stomach had her lifting her face from my chest. Her eyes were glazed, exhaustion written on every line of her face.
I would've ordered food, but I didn't have my phone. Hadn't even thought about it since my family took me from her.
"Hi," she whispered, her gaze unfocused.
I lifted a hand to her face, and she leaned into it, shutting her eyes once again.
"You mad at me?" She stumbled over the words.
Her mouth was dry too.
I should have fucking been there.
"You aren't the person my anger is pointed at."
She let out a soft breath. "I asked them. Don't blame them."
"This situation is no one's fault but mine, Kitten."
"No."
"Yes."
She lowered her face to my chest again. "I'm too tired to argue."
"Good. There's nothing to argue about." I slowly rose to a seated position, adjusting my hold on her as I stood. She lifted her head as I carried her to the kitchen, and lowered it as I opened the fridge without letting her go. "We have cake, croissants, and cinnamon rolls."
All of them were probably a little dried out, but I'd planned to order our meals when she was in heat, so I hadn't stocked the fridge.
The options were better than the random snacks I had gathered, none of which she had been in the position to touch at all.
She needed real food, and water.
Coffee, too. Coffee would help the most. She fucking loved it.
"I can't eat anything."
I grabbed a bottle of water, and held her close until she'd drained it.
She asked for another one, and she drank that too before I struggled through making a shot of espresso for her.
Mine was undoubtedly not going to turn out as well as hers always did.
Her eyes were watering when I handed her the clumsily made cappuccino, and she took a small sip as I sat back down in front of the kitchen table, still holding her securely in my arms.
I found my phone sitting right in front of me, abandoned beside a bowl of pineapple before my family showed up.
