Anyway, as soon as he took our Halo in his arms, she calmed down. She started flailing her fists too, making noises, kicking her tiny feet in those booties I’d made for her.
Like she used to do whenever he was near, even when she was still in my belly.
You know what, Shepard and Ledger and everyone else can go suck it.
I know, as I’ve always known,heis going to be her favorite.
There’s magic in him. Dark magic. All girls, including my four-week-old baby, can’t resist him. The one with the vampire skin and wolf eyes.
Reed Roman Jackson.
The guy who gave me Halo. She looks like him, actually. Except for my eyes, Halo got everything from him. Her hair, her nose, her chin. Her forehead. Even her ears.
She’s a carbon copy of her daddy.
And he’s just pulled into the driveway.
As usual, I hear the screech of his tires before his car door bangs shut. It’s not his Mustang though. He got a new, baby-proof car from the shop,hisshop.
Auto Alpha.
Oh yeah, he told me.
The very next day, when I finally woke up and had enough sense to ask things and hear things and go see Halo. He told me that he bought the garage. It’s his now and he’s going to work there and I guess I was so emotional about everything, I started crying.
I sobbed and sobbed in happiness that Reed is free now.
He’s free of his dad. He has what he wanted. He has his dream.
He chose his dream. He chose the right thing.
That’s where he goes when he leaves for work every day. And that’s where he went today because they called him about some parts that were wrongly delivered.
So I’m happy now.
I have Halo. She’s finally at home and healthy. Reed doesn’t have to work for his dad anymore.
Extremely, excessively happy.
Happy, happy, happy.
So happy that when I hear his bounding footsteps on the porch stairs, I stand up from the cozy couch that I was sitting on and leave the room.
I go to the kitchen and busy myself with something.
Although there’s nothing that needs doing around here. Because the people who were here, my family and friends, cleaned up everything before they left. Because they didn’t want to bother me or stress me out with the new baby at home.
Ugh.
I hate this.
I hate that I have nothing to do and that my heart is spinning and spinning in my chest because he’s now inside the house. He’s just closed the door and he’s probably three seconds away from me.
I almost hope,almost, that he doesn’t come in here.
In the kitchen.
Where I’m hiding away from him.
