My love.
That’s a new pet name, one that I particularly enjoy.
“What happens now?” I ask. “I think we can still go get the kittens tomorrow, right?” I sit up in in bed and receive two incredulous looks from the Alphas.
“Tomorrow?” Ivan says slowly as I peer down at him.
“Yeah. Tomorrow. They need to get to Blair! That’s why we came here this weekend. The foster doesn’t have that much room,” I argue.
“You’re in Heat,” Fang says darkly, his movements on my back pausing.
“I’m aware. I’m in Heat, not incapable.” I turn and narrow my eyes at him, and he simply cocks an eyebrow back.
“Our first fight,” he says, smirking, and I have the urge to hiss at him.
“Maeve,” Ivan says gently. “Do I really need to point out the obvious?”
I groan in defeat and place a hand to my rapidly beating heart. Iknowit wouldn’t make sense to try and grab Agnes and her kittens tomorrow and drive back. It would be a mess, in more ways than one, if I’m actively in Heat in the back of car for four hours.
“I’m worried about them,” I murmur in defeat. I sit up and lean against the headboard, sighing.
Ivan takes my hand, squeezing it and running his thumb over my knuckles. “I know.”
I’m ashamed. Ivan is so patient with me. Fang hasn’t seen this side yet, doesn’t know about how…irrational I can get when it comes to the cats.
“I was worried about them, too,” Fang says, which makes my head whip back to him.
“Really?”
He nods. “Yeah. I mean, I knew they would be okay, but Ivan, Logan and I reached out to their temporary foster while you were sleeping.”
My eyes widen. “What?” I ask in delight.
“We made sure they have more than enough supplies and funds for the next week,” Fang says. “They’re going to be okay.”
I gape at him, my eyes wide, while he shrugs.
“You think you’re the only one that panics? I love the shit out of cats; if there’s a possibility that one could be in distress, I sprint into action. Just like Stormie, remember?”
Ivan chuckles. “Oh shit, you may have just become her favorite person, Fang.”
And while I ride high on the knowledge of what Fang has done, that still doesn’t quell the panic altogether. It’s like an undercurrent in me, an obsession that is hard to explain to anyone that doesn’t relate to it.
Even being knotted doesn’t help completely—it does for a while, but the thoughts manage to creep back up, even in the midst of my Heat.
“Two more days,” I acquiesce. “And then we will go get them.”
“A week,” Ivan says.
“I can’t be away from the rescue for that long. Neither can you or Logan!”
“Doctor Jolie has it taken care of, and Piper, Blair, and Mari have it handled. Apparently, you have a part time volunteer now, so there are plenty of bodies to make sure everything is running smoothly.”
A new volunteer? I have so many questions, but my brain is still foggy.
I turn back to Fang. “Yourclasses.”
He snorts and waves his hand. “Cancelled.”
