"Why are you here?" Cal asked.
"I always come back, sooner or later," Hunter replied. "Let me guess, you suggested I leave, Sgath?"
"For your own safety," Cal replied, deceptively sweet.
Hunter snorted, "Yes, that was exactly your motivation."
"Hunter," Morgan said quietly. "I don't know what else to do."
Hunter turned swiftly to face her, "You don't mean you want me to go?"
"This is all my fault, Hunter," Morgan sighed, regretfully. "If I hadn't been such an idiot, listening to Ciaran, none of this would have happened. I don't want to be burdened with your death, too."
"Death?" Hunter gasped. "It's all as serious as that?"
"The baby doesn't like the competition you're giving me," Cal said, shrugging.
"How like it's father," Hunter scowled.
"Speaking of," Morgan said, breathlessly, "I think it's coming on again."
Killan stared at her, "It's happening again."
"Run, Hunter!" Morgan urged. "Please, just go."
Hunter looked at her helplessly, "I can't leave you."
"If I really wanted you, don't you think I would say that?" Morgan said, scornfully.
Hunter looked at her sadly, but Killan replied, "It's the child, don't listen."
"I wouldn't say anything I don't mean," Morgan smirked. "You're just jealous of the relationship Cal and I have. Not even death could keep us apart."
Hunter tried not to listen, but Morgan was still Morgan to him. Her voice, her face, her thoughts.
"If you need any proof, there's my swollen belly," Morgan scoffed. "I never wanted you. I wanted Cal. I looked for what was second best because I couldn't have my desire, only part of him. But in the end, you were never as good."
Bree shook her head sadly, "Hunter, leave. You're only hurting yourself."
Hunter couldn't make himself leave, so Morgan continued, "The first time, I chose Cal. Without that one mistake he made, I never would have looked at you. When it all started over, I chose Cal a second time. Doesn't it hurt you to know that I only remembered you after I had sex with Cal? A little convenient I would say. Perhaps to play with you a bit? And play I did."
Hunter looked instinctively down to his feet, but forced himself to look up, to hear what she was telling him. It was his punishment for letting this happen.
"I always thought you were so naïve. After the baby was conceived, I never told you once that I wasn't in love with Cal," Morgan sneered. "You just wanted to think that I would come back to you. But I said, no, I have to stay with Cal. Maybe I wanted to spare your feelings, but you just assumed that it meant that we should be together. All the time that I shared a house with Cal, I wanted to share his bed. But I restrained myself, hoping you would take my subtle hints that I didn't want you around. I never counted on how dense you were."
Morgan, sensing she had beaten in her meaning, took Cal's hand in hers, "Now, I see no reason to conceal what I have felt for so long. Cal is my muirn de beath. We are having a baby. We are getting married. There is no room for you."
"I always come back, sooner or later," Hunter replied. "Let me guess, you suggested I leave, Sgath?"
"For your own safety," Cal replied, deceptively sweet.
Hunter snorted, "Yes, that was exactly your motivation."
"Hunter," Morgan said quietly. "I don't know what else to do."
Hunter turned swiftly to face her, "You don't mean you want me to go?"
"This is all my fault, Hunter," Morgan sighed, regretfully. "If I hadn't been such an idiot, listening to Ciaran, none of this would have happened. I don't want to be burdened with your death, too."
"Death?" Hunter gasped. "It's all as serious as that?"
"The baby doesn't like the competition you're giving me," Cal said, shrugging.
"How like it's father," Hunter scowled.
"Speaking of," Morgan said, breathlessly, "I think it's coming on again."
Killan stared at her, "It's happening again."
"Run, Hunter!" Morgan urged. "Please, just go."
Hunter looked at her helplessly, "I can't leave you."
"If I really wanted you, don't you think I would say that?" Morgan said, scornfully.
Hunter looked at her sadly, but Killan replied, "It's the child, don't listen."
"I wouldn't say anything I don't mean," Morgan smirked. "You're just jealous of the relationship Cal and I have. Not even death could keep us apart."
Hunter tried not to listen, but Morgan was still Morgan to him. Her voice, her face, her thoughts.
"If you need any proof, there's my swollen belly," Morgan scoffed. "I never wanted you. I wanted Cal. I looked for what was second best because I couldn't have my desire, only part of him. But in the end, you were never as good."
Bree shook her head sadly, "Hunter, leave. You're only hurting yourself."
Hunter couldn't make himself leave, so Morgan continued, "The first time, I chose Cal. Without that one mistake he made, I never would have looked at you. When it all started over, I chose Cal a second time. Doesn't it hurt you to know that I only remembered you after I had sex with Cal? A little convenient I would say. Perhaps to play with you a bit? And play I did."
Hunter looked instinctively down to his feet, but forced himself to look up, to hear what she was telling him. It was his punishment for letting this happen.
"I always thought you were so naïve. After the baby was conceived, I never told you once that I wasn't in love with Cal," Morgan sneered. "You just wanted to think that I would come back to you. But I said, no, I have to stay with Cal. Maybe I wanted to spare your feelings, but you just assumed that it meant that we should be together. All the time that I shared a house with Cal, I wanted to share his bed. But I restrained myself, hoping you would take my subtle hints that I didn't want you around. I never counted on how dense you were."
Morgan, sensing she had beaten in her meaning, took Cal's hand in hers, "Now, I see no reason to conceal what I have felt for so long. Cal is my muirn de beath. We are having a baby. We are getting married. There is no room for you."