Jaye sat on a chair in the Infirmary's exam room, rocking the crying Eryn back and forth trying to comfort the little girl whose right wrist was turning different shades of purple. They were waiting for Doc to come in. The nurse had paged him because he went to get a cup of coffee. The little girl would not stop crying and Jaye looked to her husband worriedly.
"Don't worry Allie, she'll be fine," Flint assured his wife, while kneeling down next to his daughter, holding her other hand.
The little girl sniffled and cried as the nurse brought in a bag of ice for the hand. "Here, this might help a little."
"Honey, let Daddy hold the ice on your hand," Jaye told her daughter soothingly.
"Here, Peanut," Flint said, gently taking the ice and placing it on the arm. "It's all right, Eryn. I know it hurts a little but old Doc is going to make it better."
The girl looked at her father with pain filled eyes just as Doc walked in.
"What's the matter with my favorite patient tonight?" Doc inquired.
Eryn hid her face and Jaye whispered reassuring words into her ear.
"She fell and her right arm is hurting her," Flint explained, rising up from kneeling position.
"Come on, little one," Doc said softly. "Let me look at it, so I can make it better."
Eryn looked at him with tear stained eyes.
"It's all right, sweetie," Jaye told her gently, holding her tightly.
Timidly, Eryn reluctantly held out her right hand.
"Hmm," Doc said as he examined the injury. "I'll have to get an x-ray." He looked at the girls parents and motioned that he was going to give the small child a shot for the pain.
"Eryn, how about wearing my beret?" Flint smiled at his daughter, taking off his signature hat and placing it on the child's head, knowing it covered her eyes. He winked at Doc, signaling him to do it now or never.
Doc quickly injected the painkiller into Eryn's arm. She screamed for a moment as Jaye pulled her close, then became quiet.
Jaye looked down at Eryn and saw that her eyes had that dazed look. "Dash, do you want to carry her into the X-ray room?"
"Did you have to ask?" Flint smirked, gently taking his daughter in his arms and following Doc out of the door toward the X-ray room. They passed his busy looking son, who barely noticed them until almost bumping on his mentor. He looked to his son's baffled expression. "She's going to be fine."
"Do you need me..." Cayden asked worriedly.
"No, go finish your paperwork," Doc told him, patting him on the shoulder.
"All right, tell me what's wrong with her okay?" Cayden requested and Doc nodded.
They made it into the x-ray room. "You'll have to hold her, with what I gave her she'll be a little disoriented."
"All right," Flint replied, placing gently Eryn on the x-ray table.
The little girl whimpered a little bit as they moved her injured hand but Doc quickly took the picture. "All right, you can take her back to her room. I'll be back in a few moments."
"Thanks, Doc," Flint replied, gently lifting his daughter and carrying her slowly back toward the room. "See, your hand got its own picture! It's lucky!" He smiled down at her sleepy-eyed face. "We can put the picture in the old Faireborn X-ray album." He chuckled at his own memories of how many times Doc had to take pictures of Jaye's arms and legs.
Entering the exam room, he found his wife sitting in the same chair along with Cover Girl sitting at the other, both talking in whispers but then stopped their chatter when they caught sight of him.
"Here we go, one brave little lassie," Flint said, placing his daughter on the bed. "There."
"What did Doc say?" Jaye asked getting up and grabbing a blanket.
"He'll let us know when he comes back here," Flint answered. "He's looking at the X-ray at the moment."
A loud cry echoed in the hallway, followed by, "Wait till I get my hands on them! They will be sorry they ever joined G. I. Joe!" Beach Head's menacing voice came to their ears.
Cover Girl stood up with a groan. "Allie, I'm going to head back to my irritated husband," she said, heading toward the door.
Flint's eyebrows fully rose upward. "What happened to Wayne?" he inquired, looking from one woman to the other.
"Well," Cover Girl answered, "It seems the base pranksters struck again!"
Flint frowned and he let out his own irritated growl from his throat. "What did they do?"
"Wayne went to check his course for tomorrow's special and one of the obstacles was rigged! Somehow, all the screws from the 'Bridge of Doom' went missing and when Wayne tried the bridge, it collapsed on him!" Cover Girl explained in one breath.
"Courtney!" Beach Head shouted, from somewhere close by. "Get this mad man of a doctor out of here!"
"God help me if he's leg is broken!" Cover Girl mused, shaking her head.
"I'll send you my prayers," Jaye said seriously. "You're going to need them." She covered up her little girl with the hospital blanket.
"Momma, Elmo say hi," Eryn said groggily.
"Thanks, Allie," Cover Girl replied, looking down at Eryn then turned to Flint. "You think by any chance sending me on a six week mission?"
Flint chuckled. "Sorry, but I think we are going to need you here for backup." He looked toward the hallway, seeing his son half fly down the hall. "I guess Cayden will need you more than I would."
"Damn you Dash, and your no driving over Joes with the Wolverine rule!" Cover Girl stated, her eyes indicating that she wanted more than anything to run over a few Joes. "But I'm going to tell you this, our lives are going to be in hell for a few months!"
"COURTNEY! GET THIS —AGHH! I'm going to smash you like a pumpkin!" Beach Head roared from the other room.
"Hell's bell's," Cover Girl muttered, walking out of the room just when Doc entered it.
Flint turned to the doctor. "How bad is it?" he asked, guessing from the man's features.
"Well it seems like our little Munchkin here has two fractures in her wrist," Doc told them then put the x-ray on the lighted screen. "See." He pointed to them. "We are going to have to cast it and it will have to be on for six to eight weeks."
Jaye looked down at her little girl who was looking sleepily at the picture.
"All right, Doc," Flint nodded, stroking his daughter's brown hair.
"All right, Eryn," Doc told the drowsy looking little child as he looked down at her. "What color cast would you like?"
"Red wike Elmo," the little girl requested and started to drift off to sleep.
"Do you have red, Doc?" Jaye asked.
"Of course I do!" Doc told her, heading over at the corner of the room for his supplies.
A chair flew down the hallway, smashing against the wall, near their room.
"What the hell?" Flint looked at the broken object, staring at it in disbelief.
"WAYNE!" Cover Girl's shout came close by. "I'm going to have Dr. Caveman sedate you for six years if you don't stand still for him to put the cast on your leg!"
"It's not broken!" Beach Head snarled, then the words, "Don't touch it!"
Another crash sounded in the room next door, making Doc see red through his eyes and mumbling about sedating a certain drill sergeant.
"That's it!" Cover Girl's voice flared. "Dr. C., put on him a pink cast!"
"Pink! Pink?" Beach Head's voice thundered, making Flint flinch from its sharpness. "I'm not wearing a baby's color!"
"You are acting like a baby, so you're going to be a baby!" Cover Girl countered, followed by another crash.
"Courtney!"
"Serves you right!"
Flint shook his head and looked toward Doc who had started placing the cast on Eryn's right arm. He looked at the red color and frowned. "I'll be right back," he whispered to his wife's ear.
She looked at him questioningly but said nothing. Their little girl was now fast asleep and didn't feel any of the movement of her injured wrist.
They heard Cayden order a medicine which Doc had told him was a heavy sedative.
"You sedate me and your going to regret it for all eternity, Caveman!" Beach Head shouted, followed by a hand hitting a head and a, "Courtney!"
Flint again shook his head and walked out of the room, passing the angry looking drill sergeant, his son and one livid looking wife then went directly to the medical desk, finding Judi there. "Hello, Judi, busy night, huh?"
Judi nodded in agreement. "You mean crazy." Several thumps came from Beach Head's room. "What can I do for you, sir?"
"I can't remember, but I think Dr. Caveman had ordered some wrap for cast that had Elmo or Cookie Monster, not sure..."
"Let me check," Judi replied, going inside the medical closet and within several minutes came out with a Elmo designed wrap. "Here you go."
"Great! Thanks!" Flint smiled at the young intern. He went to return to the room when Cover Girl nearly collided with him.
"I'll take the Cookie Monster one!" Cover Girl said to Judi, her features showing her non-amusement toward the big baby of a drill sergeant in the other room.
Flint almost choked and raced into the exam room. "Hey, Doc! Look what I found!" He handed Doc the Elmo designed wrap for the cast. "Can we put this over the red?" he asked, indicating to the red fiberglass already on Eryn's little arm.
"Yeah, sure, after it dries and hardens. It will only take about twenty minutes," Doc told him as he finished with the red cast.
They heard Beach Head yelp in pain. "Get that needle out of my ass!"
"As soon as you stop being a pain in my ass!" Cayden countered.
Flint gave off a small growl. "When I get my hands on Shipwreck and Anchors, there will be hell to pay," he decreed. He sat down in one of the chairs, looking out the window.
"Dash, Ship and Anchors aren't on base tonight," Jaye told him, remembering that she sent them on a two-day mission to get some paperwork from the Pentagon for her just so they were out of their hair for a couple days.
"Then who the bloody devil did that joke?" Flint growled, rising up and his hands turned into fists. "I need to talk to Duke about this, whoever's idea is to make a joke that can actually kill someone is not my idea of a joke!" He strode toward the door when his son appeared from nowhere and collided with him, sending both Faireborns to the ground.
"Dash, Cayden, are you all right?" Jaye asked worriedly.
"Yeah. I'm fine," Cayden answered.
"Dash, let it go for tonight cause Duke is dealing with Rowan," Jaye told him.
Flint sat up, rubbing his head. "Danny, you are in the wrong line of work," he claimed. "You should had been a football player." He looked to his wife. "You're right, I'll talk to our leader in the morning, don't want his blood pressure up anymore than it is, as I will have a raging redhead chasing me with arrows that will make me into swiss cheese!"
"Dad, I really need to see you in my office," Cayden whispered.
Flint nodded, standing up. He looked at Eryn, sleeping peacefully then to his wife. "Allie, I'll be back in a minute." He kissed her on the cheek. "Stay with the Peanut, all right?"
He walked out to the hallway, followed by his son. Rounding the corner, he looked at the younger version of himself. If it wasn't for the different colors in their eyes, one would assume Dr. Mindbender had created a G. I. Joe clone! He slightly frowned. "Is something wrong?"
"I went to my office while I'm waiting for the sedative to take full effect on Beach. I went to check on an online auction for something for Colleen and I found this..." They walked into his office and he pointed at his computer monitor.
Flint leaned over and his entire face turned from pure white to bright red. "Damn it!" he cried out, making his son jump from the tone of his voice. There, on the computer screen was an image of himself, in a Scottish kilt, dancing a scottish jig while he jumped and his kilt kept bouncing upwards revealing all! His hand turned to a fist and he smashed it hard on the desk, making Colleen's picture fall flat on its back.
"Dad, there's more," Cayden said and clicked on the X and there was a picture of Lady Jaye wearing a very short night shirt.
"That's it!" Flint roared, marching out of the office, his voice booming in the hallways. He demeanor frightened the night nurses who raced into rooms, hiding from his storm cloud. "Get all Joes in the meeting room! I don't care if they come in their nighties or naked!"
Several heads popped out of the rooms, looking at the warrant officer in pure shock.
"All of you too! I'm getting to the bottom of this!" Flint stopped right in front of Alpine, hearing his snicker. He grabbed the mountain trooper in his hospital gown and shoved him against the wall. "And bring your bottoms!" he hollered at the man, who turned pale.
"Y—yyes, sir," Alpine gulped, looking right into the furry eyes of the warrant officer.
Flint felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned toward the person who dared touch him. "What?" he snapped. His breathing escalating and his blood rushing through his veins.
"H-he-elp me," Alpine choked, finding his air very thin for the moment.
"Dash, what the hell is the matter?" Jaye asked, looking at her husband as if his head was about to fall off.
Flint growled something inaudible but let go of the frightened looking mountain trooper.
Alpine scrambled out of there faster than anyone had ever seen him before vanish.
"I'm getting to the bottom of this!" Flint said determined, his voice tense and edgy, ready to attack anything or anyone in sight. His muscles flexed ready to use them by all means. He started heading for out of the Infirmary.
Jaye jumped in front of him, blocking his path. "Tell me what's going on or I'll have Doc sedate you and you can sleep with Eryn."
Flint gave off a low growl, trying to control his anger. He raked a hand through his hair before taking a controlled breath, letting it out slowly and then did he answer his wife. "Our joker added something to my so called website!" His jaw became once again tense from recalling the image in his head.
"And that is ?" Jaye asked, still standing in front of him. Everyone around them gasped, worried for the covert operative. But she knew that Flint would not hurt her, he'd punch a wall first.
"Me in a kilt, doing a jig and you in..." Flint leaned over and whispered in her ear. "In the pink little nighty you wore at Destro's castle."
Jaye sighed. "You know you're giving them exactly what they want. You getting so irate. Just let it go until morning and bring it up in the morning briefing. Eryn needs you tonight."
Flint grumbled, not wanting to let it go, but he looked into his wife's green eyes, which were filled with concern for both him and their daughter, so he let it go, for now. "Fine," he managed to say through gritted teeth. He turned and headed back toward the exam room, passing Doc and Cayden on the way. "Doc, all right to take the Peanut home?"
"Yes," Doc told them. "She should sleep most of the night."
Jaye looked at her husband knowing he still needed more to calm him down. "Dash, why don't you carry Peanut home. She likes to snuggle against you when she's tired."
He nodded, kissing her on the cheek, before slowly and carefully lifted his daughter. He held her close to his chest, watching her peaceful features and kissed her forehead.
Doc smiled and shook his head. "You know it's always an amazing sight to see this big guy being loving and careful and holding a small child."
Jaye smiled brightly. "Yeah, it is. He's one of a kind."
Alpine was still catching his breath. "Thank...God..."
"Don't thank God yet," Flint stated, his eyes narrowing. "As our Miss Scarlett O'Hara says, Tomorrow is another day."
"You mean, Scarlett Hauser," Alpine corrected then gulped from the warrant officer's features, grabbed his chest, groaned and passed out cold.
"MEDIC!" Gung Ho shouted right near Cayden's eardrums.
"Geez, Ho," Cayden growled. "You trying to make me deaf?" He bent down and checked on the mountain climber.
"Come on, farm boy. Let's take our daughter home," Jaye told him as she held the door open for him.
Flint grumbled about fried Cajun breakfast before walking out of the Infirmary. He cradled his daughter in his arms while walking next to his wife. "Allie, are you angry with Rowan?" he gently asked, looking down at her face.
"I'm not angry with her, but I'm not happy with her either. I'm worried about the two of them," Jaye answered, looking up into her husbands dazzling eyes.
"Yeah, I know, they've never fought like this before," he commented as they neared the barracks.
Jaye held open the doors for him and he noticed she was holding a bottle with liquid medicine in it.
"Is that yours or Eryn's?" he inquired. He walked into the barracks and headed up the stairs.
"It's Percocet for Eryn," Jaye explained. "For the pain."
He mumbled something about how he knew about the medicine's function when someone swiftly passed him as he reached the top of the stairs. He had to do a double take, not mistaking his godson. "Jeffrey!" he called out to the young youth who kept hurrying down the hallway.
"No time to talk. I have to find Reena!" Kastor called out over his shoulder.
Jaye looked at her husband with a smile.
"Hold your Joe boots!" Flint tried to keep his voice low but enough for his godson to hear him. "What do you mean find Reena?" He started walking toward the younger version of his best friend.
"She's not in our suite!" Kastor said, his tone in a panic.
Flint stopped dead in his tracks and turned to his wife. "Did you see Sky Dancer anywhere?" he asked, trying to conceal the concern in his own tone.
"Maybe she's at your parents?" Jaye suggested.
Kastor nodded and then looked at Eryn. "What happened?"
"Umm, let's just say the girls had a little argument and ehmm.. Rowan won," Flint answered, now heading toward the Hauser suite.
At this, Kastor just shook his head while Jaye followed them.
They had reached the suite and Kastor knocked, then opened the door with his passkey.
Scarlett almost instantly came to greet them, who rose from the couch, unable to sleep, her features showing her strain. She looked at each of them. "What's going on?" she asked, spotting Jeffrey's panicking features, then her eyes rested on Eryn. "Dash, Allie, please accept my apology for Rowan's behavior. Trust me, she won't be doing this again."
"I hope so. Did she talk to you?" Jaye asked her friend and motioned for Flint to just sit down with Eryn on the couch.
Now, Kastor frantically looked all over the suite for his missing wife, starting with the kitchen.
"Allie, she won't talk to me or Conrad," Scarlett answered Jaye's question. "Jeffrey, if you looking for Reena, she's in your old bedroom," she pointed out, informing her son. "She looked a little more tired than usual and I told her to sleep over here."
Kastor looked at his mother worriedly. "Is she all right?"
Scarlett slightly frowned. "I'm sure it's the pregnancy, Buzz."
With a breath of relief escaping, Kastor went and looked in his old room and found it empty. "Mom! She's not in her!" he exclaimed and frantically rushed out of the bedroom in a panic.
Scarlett raced toward her son. "What do you mean, she's not there?" She looked into the bedroom, switching the lights. "Reena?" she called out, looking on the other side of the bed but found not a pilot in sight! Her heart pounded while she raced to the living room. "She's not there!"
Flint and Jaye looked alarmed. "What!"
"Maybe she went to the Mess to eat," Flint suggested, not to cause a panicked scene.
"I—I don't know! I had some food and tea already set for her!" Scarlett replied, panic rising in her voice. She rushed to her bedroom, bursting the door open. "Conrad! Is Reena with you?"
Duke slowly sat up from the bed, glanced to his left, where his wife usually slept, found it empty and looked at Scarlett as if she was speaking in an unknown language and sprouted six heads!
"Why on Earth would she be in here?" he asked her as if it were the craziest thing in the world.
"Maybe she's with Rowan," Jaye suggested.
Before Scarlett or Jeffrey could react to the covert operative's suggestion, the door to Rowan's bedroom opened and Rowan walked out, rubbing her eyes. "What's going on?" she mumbled, half asleep.
"Rowan is Reena in there with you?" Kastor asked hurriedly.
"Yes, she's sleeping," Rowan answered him, avoiding her mother's face.
Kastor's heart pulsed wildly in his chest, rushing into his little sister's room and found his wife sleeping peacefully in Rowan's bed. He slowly walked to the bed, carefully not to frighten her and he climbed on the covers, sliding right next to her. His hand traveled to her brown mane, lightly stroking it with his touch.
"Jeffrey," Sky Dancer softly cried, her features turning into concern.
His heart beat faster, knowing that his wife was calling him in her sleep.
"Jeffrey?" Sky Dancer called out again, this time her hand reaching. Her eyes barely opened and then closed again. She touched his waist, pulling him toward her, letting his stomach contact with hers. "It's all right, Rowan," she mumbled in her sleep.
"Imzadi," he said softly and kissed her forehead.
Sky Dancer's eyelids fluttered and then slowly opened, finding his crystal blue eyes staring right into her brown ones. "Agape," she slowly mouthed, the word barely escaping her throat. Her hand rose, still disbelieving that he was right there, in front of her.
Kastor smiled at his wife. "I've missed you." His hand gently rubbed her swollen stomach.
Sky Dancer's eyes softened, realizing that this was not a dream. The first tear escaped, then a second, both slowly flowing down her cheeks and onto the pillow. She leaned forward, burying her face in his nape, clinging on to him with all her might, not wishing to let go.
"Reena, I'm here and no more missions until after Junior is born," Kastor promised her, rubbing her back lovingly.
"I've missed you so," Sky Dancer released, her voice still breaking. She looked down toward to his hand, which remained on her stomach, and shivered from her dark thoughts.
"How about we go home and sleep in our own bed," he suggested with a loving smile plastered on his face.
Sky Dancer slowly nodded, trying to bury her fear, not wanting him to know yet what was going on with her and the baby. Tomorrow she promised herself that she would tell him. She slowly sat up, feeling again the nausea in her stomach.
"Would you like me to carry you?" he offered.
"No, I think I can handle walking, though I may lean against you," she replied to him.
"I live to serve," Kastor said and helped her up out of the bed. "Let's go home."
Sky Dancer leaned against him, linking his arms with hers. "I'm never doing this again," she softly decreed, feeling her stomach roll.
"You mean you don't want to give Junior a little brother or sister?" Kastor said in feigned surprise.
She kissed his cheek. "Oh, I don't know..." she replied, her brown eyes sparkling as they walked out to the living room. "But I hate being pregnant."
"Honey," Jaye said. "Whoever said that pregnancy is wonderful has never, ever been pregnant."
"See," Kastor told her. "You're not the only one."
Scarlett walked to over them and placed her hand on Sky Dancer's shoulder. "Feeling all right, Reena?" she asked, concern in her voice.
Sky Dancer nodded. "Yes Mom, just feeling tired and nauseous."
Rowan who had huddled close to the window, suddenly raced over and wrapped her arms around her sister-in-law. "Don't leave, please," she whimpered, burying her head on Sky Dancer's stomach.
"Sorry, kiddo. But I've missed my wife. So she can't stay tonight," Kastor told his little sister.
"No!" Rowan cried out, clinging on to the air pilot.
Scarlett raised an eyebrow and shot her husband a worried look then bent down, touching her youngest daughter's shoulder. "Rowan, I promise you can see Reena tomorrow."
Sky Dancer looked down to the little redheaded girl. "I promise too, I have the afternoon off. So how about you, me and even Eryn can go and play at the kennels."
Rowan lifted her chin up. "Promise?"
Sky Dancer nodded. "I pinkie swear and spit on Shipwreck's hair," she grinned mischievously.
"Has anyone really spit on Shipwreck's hair?" Flint asked, titling his head curiously. He cradled his daughter, who still remained asleep.
Jaye started whistling and looking around avoiding her husband.
Scarlett went to reply but decided against it hoping for the warrant officer did not find the real story behind that saying.
However, Rowan still clung to Sky Dancer, glimpsed toward Flint and her best friend in his arms. She shivered and huddled closer.
"Jeff, I think you're sleeping with two women tonight," Sky Dancer claimed, pointing down to the child.
Scarlett looked to her husband and her eyes widened, spotting a fuzzy familiar looking creature on his head. "Umm... Con?"
"Yeah, I know," Duke said, then looked at his little girl. "Rowan is staying in her own room tonight. Now off to bed, young lady."
Rowan sniffled but slowly nodded, looking up at her sister-in-law.
"Remember, tomorrow, I promise," Sky Dancer assured the girl, stroking her hair.
Leaving the embrace, the youngest Hauser went to her room and closed the door.
Scarlett walked over to her husband and reached to his head, letting her pet tarantula Nutmeg climb on her hand. "She's acting peculiar lately," she commented, playing the eight legged animal on her shoulder.
"Nutmeg?" Flint inquired without thinking and found a hand slamming against the back of his head. "Ow, Allie!"
"She's talking about Rowan," Jaye said, shaking her head.
"What's wrong with her?" Kastor asked worriedly.
Scarlett turned to her son, her features looking grim. "We don't know. For some reason she's hiding something and releasing her anger towards everyone." Her hand reached and linked with her husband's.
Sky Dancer looked down at her stomach, not certain if what Rowan had released to her during their conversation, should be let known.
"I'm sure she'll get over it," Kastor said, rubbing his wife's back.
Duke shook his head. "I hope so."
Scarlett looked toward Eryn and held her gaze at the cast. "I hope so too." She walked over to the little girl and placed her hand on Eryn's head. "How is she?"
"She has two fractures in her wrist," Jaye answered, shaking her head.
"I am sorry, Allie," Scarlett apologized again. "Rowan knew better than to use force —even physical."
Flint cuddled Eryn closer. "It's not your fault, Shana. Both of them were acting not like themselves."
"I'm sure it won't happen again," Jaye said, giving her best friend a smile.
"Well, I've got to go in early for a conference call so I'm heading to bed. Night all." Duke said and started heading to the master bedroom.
"Night, buddy," Flint said, rising up from the couch.
Scarlett looked toward her husband, watching him leave. "He's not taking it well," she stated. "Rowan's behavior is troubling him."
Sky Dancer placed her head against her husband's shoulder, yawning softly. Her eyes slightly starting to close.
"I'll talk to him, Shana," Flint promised, then looked to his wife. "Allie, let's put this munchkin to bed." Signaling her to retreat.
"Yeah, let's go," Jaye said, then said her good-byes.
"Come on, Reena. Let's get you to bed," Kastor said, looking at his wife's sleepy features.
Sky Dancer mumbled something none of them could translate but slowly nodded to her husband's suggestion. She wiggled her fingers by her side and in moments, Apollo the Doberman rushed right next to the couple.
"I swear, that dog knows everything!" Flint said amazed, heading for the door.
Scarlett shook her head. "Goodnight." she bid them all, watching her two best friends leave out of the suite first and then made sure she informed Jeffrey on making Sky Dancer comfortable, which of course the young man promised with a silly smirk on his face. She watched them leave before she closed the door to the suite.
She headed towars the bedroom but stopped first outside her daughter's room. Opening the door, she stepped inside, finding Rowan already in bed, completely covered with the blanket. Rowan's cat rested on one of the pillow and glanced up at the counterintelligence agent, giving a purr. Walking by the bed, she gently uncovered Rowan's head, finding her daughter in deep slumber. She kissed her forehead and whispered a goodnight before leaving the room.
Entering her own bedroom, she caught sight of her husband sleeping on the bed. She slid under the covers, sitting up and glanced down at his handsome features. Bending slowly, she kissed his forehead and whispered a goodnight.
Her hand rose to her shoulder, making the obedient spider crawl on her palm, she laid the tarantula on her husband's forehead.
"Goodnight, Nutmeg," she whispered, watching the spider nuzzle against Duke. A soft chuckle escaped her throat while she rested her head on the pillow and tried to fall asleep while trouble thoughts dominated her mind.
