"This topic is not up for discussion!" The captain exclaims, "They have been seen too many times to be a coincidence!"
"Why did you not tell me about this?" Monroe's voice is tightly controlled as he's pacing the living room floor.
"I didn't want to worry you."
"Worry me?!" His hands fly up, he pauses in his pacing, left hand going to his hip the other covers his mouth, "Nick I- I don't even know what to say. Nick what if-" His eyes glow red and I know what he means.
"I'm sorry." I pull my arms tighter around my middle.
Monroe sighs, "You have to stop keeping things from me Nick." The Blutbad wraps me in a warm hug.
"The extra officers are here, I'm going to leave you two."
"Thank you Captain." Monroe shows him to the door, "If you see them again, you tell me right away right?"
"I will, I promise."
"Good because two damn officers always on you was too much for me, you always smell like them, now there's four. If you do anything to need any more I swear to God I will lock you in a tower."
"I'm pretty sure that's the wrong story, the princess in the tower is guarded by a dragon, not a wolf. The wolf eats grannies and pigs."
"A dragon can be arranged. I know a Damonfeuer."
"Oh shut up." I pinch Monroe's side.
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"Are you going to be alright?" Monroe sets a glass of cold water on the bathroom counter next to me and hands me my toothbrush.
"Yeah, that Chinese is coming back to haunt me."
"I'm sorry. Can I do anything for you?"
"No, I think I'm okay now. I'm just going to make myself a cup of mint tea and watch some tv."
"Okay, I'm going to deliver this clock, I should be back in two hours." Monroe kisses my temple. "Bye guys, don't give daddy too much trouble." He leans down to press a kiss to my bare stomach. "I'll see you soon, I love you."
"Love you too." I say around my toothbrush as he leaves.
When I'm done brushing my teeth I rinse out the sink and go into the bedroom, I pick up Monroe's hoodie that he left on the foot of the bed and pull it on. I make sure that I grab my phone from the bedside table before I head downstairs. In the kitchen I find the kettle hot, nearly whistling, Monroe must have lit the stove before he left. I start my cup of mint tea and leave it, going into the laundry room, I take our clothes out of the dryer and carry the basket out to the couch.
Once I'm settled in, the TV playing a documentary about space, I start folding the laundry, Monroe had washed our whites and among the pile of undershirts, long socks and boxers he had thrown in onsies and tiny socks and diaper inserts.
I fold the last of his undershirts and set the basket aside, I curl up on the couch, situating one pillow under my head and one under my stomach, I reach to the back of the couch and pull the blanket there over myself, settling in to watch the end of the documentary but I end up falling asleep.