Chapter 6: I’d Have Baked a Cake – part 2
Confusion consumed Addison’s ire. She hugged the sheet close and glanced around. Either someone had replaced the carved maple furniture of her room with dark, angular decor, or Myers spoke the truth. Addison was in his quarters—in his bed—and completely starkers. As was he. The dim light showed the muscle tone she’d felt through Myers’ clothes weeks ago. The man would never be a linebacker, but Addison appreciated how he’d toned his lanky frame.
Addison tore her eyes away, focusing instead on the bed’s lacquered footboard. “I don’t know how I got here,” she admitted. The last thing she remembered was a wonderful dream with a male body curled up behind her. She’d felt safe and secure. The man couldn’t have been Myers. That didn’t make any sense. And it made even less sense that she might have unconsciously teleported to his bed. She hadn’t been that out of control since secondary school!
The whole cock-up must have been Myers’ doing. Had he wormed his way into her dream? Perhaps her subconscious was trying to warn her. “This is some twisted game of yours, innit, Myers? What did you do, then? Drug me?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “I’m leaving and you… just stay away from me.”
Addison moved to the edge of the king-sized bed, dragging the sheet along with her. Unfortunately, being as a big as a house made maneuvering more of a huffing, puffing disembarkment. Just get out of the prat’s sight, then teleport. Myers didn’t know that she was one of the Homo superiors who could teleport, and she intended to keep that ace up her sleeve.
“Wait.” Shane’s voice brought her to a reluctant halt. “Stay here. I’ll…” He climbed out of bed and covered himself with a pillow. Then the scheming git nodded toward the door. “I’ll sleep out there. For the baby’s sake.”
Addison scowled. What the bloody hell was he doing? She was tempted to pinch herself to make certain that she wasn’t dreaming. “What are you playing at, Myers?”
Shane loosed an impatient sigh. “Look. You’re huge. Just stay there and rest. Take care of our— my son. Jesus.” Then he marched out of the room.
Addison stared after Myers, speechless. This had to be a bollocksed-up, drug-induced dream. If the drugs hurt Jacob there’d be hell to pay. Even worse, she was considering staying there! None of it made sense. She had perfectly good quarters of her own. She even had Daniel’s quarters!
Jacob stirred in her womb. Addison rubbed her baby-heavy stomach, pondering her predicament. Ashlynn was at Daniel’s, so she needn’t rush home for her. Perhaps it would be better to have someone nearby in case she went into labor.
Then unplanned words tumbled from Addison’s mouth. “Myers. You don’thavetosleeponthecouch.”
Shane froze with one of the couch cushions in his hand. He’d just tossed its mate to the floor. “Pardon?”
Frustration and confusion surged from the bedroom. “You heard me, you sodding wanker!”
The cushion slipped out of Shane’s grasp, and he nearly laughed. Harris had left herself wide open. She was calling him to her in his bed. There were so many things he could say to rub her nose in it. How to decide?
Shane’s feet made the decision for him. He padded back to the bedroom to find Harris lying on her side under the covers and with her back to him. The sight made him ridiculously happy.
This is for our son’s sake, he told himself as he slipped between the covers. Harris didn’t stir. Shane slid closer, gently laying one hand on her shoulder. Harris flinched, but otherwise lie still. Although her mental shields were up, Shane could guess at her emotions. Touch conveyed Harris’ elevated heart and breathing rates, as well as a rush of endorphins.
Harris’ voice, despite being half-muffled by a pillow, startled Shane. “He’s moving, if you’d like…”
After chastising himself for being a sentimental sap, Shane took her up on her offer. Harris’ belly was warm and soft and firm under his hand. His son stirred, radiating love and contentment.
Tears welled in Shane’s eyes as he returned the sentiment. My son. He was healthy and strong, both mentally and physically. The child’s cool alien energy made Shane’s tears spill over. I’m not alone anymore.
As soon as the thought bubbled up Shane repressed it ruthlessly. He loved his son, but the child was a huge liability. He’d have to be even more careful and guarded to protect them both. And Harris, since the baby obviously loved his mother, no matter how cold and bitchy she was to others. She’s not cold, Shane admitted. Not now. The baby empathically underscored his thoughts.
Holding his breath, Shane stretched out behind Harris, careful not to touch her other than his arm on her side and hand on her belly. Their son, the little imp, pulsed encouragement. “Have you decided on a name?” he asked.
Harris flinched again. The baby sent comfort to them both, prompting more tears from Shane. He was glad that her back was turned. “Jacob,” she whispered.
“Jacob,” Shane repeated, smiling. I love you, Jacob, he told his son. Daddy loves you. Jacob stirred under his hand.
Shane curled up behind Harris, savoring the contact with his son and, grudgingly, Jacob’s mother. Harris tensed, but didn’t pull away. For Jacob, he explained. At least it was a half-truth.