AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You ate four breakfast bars when we were in the waiting room at Nora’s second appointment,” Cevon says, curling his lip up.
“Four?” Orson hisses, glaring at me through the rearview mirror. Cevon’s an asshole. “You’re clearly not eating enough.”
“It’s, like, three pm, and I’ve only had breakfast,” I say, leaning back in my seat. “Excuse me for needing calories to sustain myself.”
Orson rolls his eyes. “The breakfast bars you like to eat are pure sugar. They’re terrible for you and do not sustain you in any way, shape, or form. I’m going to start baking stuff for you.”
I grin, rubbing my stomach. “Perfect. But, for real, can we go grab food?”
“Sure,” Cevon says, eyeing Nora through the rearview mirror. Our mate has been silent, and I know she’s not here mentally.
She’s locked in her own mind, with something trying to drag her under.
“Sounds good to me,” Orson adds. “What are we feeling? Nora?”
“Yes?” she asks, her timid voice shaking as she turns to see what Orson could need. “Sorry, I was…”
“Don’t worry about it, baby girl,” I say when her bottom lip wobbles and tears fill her eyes. “We’re heading home, but we’re thinking about ordering something in for lunch. Is there anything you’re in the mood for?”
She shakes her head. “I’m not very hungry. Whatever you want will be fine.”
“Home it is,” Orson says, turning the car around. Nobody complains, least of all me.
Nora’s not in the mood to be sociable, and we’d be terrible people to make her.
Her appointment didn’t go well, or, at least, something within it didn’t go well.
I just wish I knew what, so I could help her.
Once we’re home, she trudges into the house silently, an aura of pain surrounding her. She mumbles something about wanting to rest, and Orson promises to take her a hot water bottle up.
“What happened?” I hiss as soon as we’re alone in the kitchen. I’m on one side of Orson as he starts filling up the kettle, and Cevon’s on the other side, both of us determined for answers.
“I… that’s her business to share,” he says with a sigh. “She wanted me there for support, and I don’t feel right telling you what happened.”
“Fuck morals,” Cevon demands as Orson flicks the kettle on. “She’s my mate. I deserve to know what’s wrong with her. Do I need to kill the doctor? Both doctors? Does she want me to take her away from you lot? Does she want me to find someone to cut out her uterus? Tell me what’s wrong with her, and I’ll fix it.”
“Calm,” Orson says, turning to Cevon properly. Cevon frowns. “No killing. Especially not medical professionals who have done nothing exceptionally wrong.”
“But they did do something wrong,” Cevon says, edging closer. “If I just—”
“No,” Orson repeats. “Trust me, Cev, she’s going to be fine. She was just given a lot of information and needs some time to process it.”
We both nod, and as Orson turns to fill up Nora’s hot water bottle, I catch Cevon stealing the pamphlets that Orson was carrying when they left the room.
I’m not sure if the bear noticed him take them or not, but I don’t care.
If Cevon’s getting to read them, then so do I.
I want to know exactly what’s wrong with my mate, so that I can help her.
I might not be willing to gut a doctor or let her run off alone with Cevon, but there’s a lot I will do.
Especially if it means we’re not going to find ourselves in the position we were a month ago.
I love my mate, and I need her alive.
I side-eye Cevon, knowing I’d never be as strong as him.
