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My curiosity was peaked, but I allowed her to have her secrets.
“For now,” I confirmed. “But now that I know you have a secret, don’t think I won’t try to figure it out.”
“You can’t turn off the cop in you...can you?” She teased.
I rolled my eyes. “No honey. I’ll forever be a cop, whether I’m wearing the badge or not.”
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. “Okay.”
The pain in my arm slowly lessened to just under ‘oh-my-god-i-got-shot-in-the-arm’ levels and I was finally able to take a deep breath.
Channing’s breathing pattern changed until her breaths became slow and steady.
She drifted off to sleep like that, snuggled deep in my arms. Her head pillowed on my chest. My wounded hand resting on the mattress on the opposite side of me.
***
Channing
“Loki?” I asked into the darkness.
I gave it three seconds before I called him again.
“Loki?” I called again.
Rolling over cautiously so I didn’t barrel into his wounded arm, I found him lying on his side.
He was facing away from me, the broad expanse of his back the only thing I could make out in the darkness.
The only light there was, was from the full moon peeking between a gap between the blinds.
It hit the bed in lines, and cast shadows around the room.
I’d woken in a panic, the dream that had been in my subconscious slowly drifting away into nothing. In the dream, Loki had left once he’d learned my secret. However, the longer I stared at his form and heard the soft sounds of his breathing surround me, the calmer I began to feel.
The erratic staccato of my heart slowed, and the bile rising in my stomach began to decrease.
My hand went down, unwillingly, to the slight curve of my belly, and I felt the flutters again, finally realizing what, exactly, had woken me.
Movement.
Movement from inside of me.
Again.
Toto, I thought.We’re not in Kansas anymore.
“Please don’t hate me,” I whispered to his back.
Chapter 16
Pogonophile- (noun) one who loves beards.
-T-shirt
Channing
I walked up behind Loki and listened unrepentantly to his conversation.
