Chapter Three-Hundred and Seven
Claire lifted a blanket onto John's shoulders, kissing the hollow behind his ear and rubbing his shoulders. "Good morning." She smiled, combing her fingers through his hair.
He tilted his head, letting her kiss his throat. She was the only one he let touch her there, it was a small symbol of trust for him, something that only a select few people were allowed to do. "Morning." He yawned, pulling her to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, burying his nose in her neck.
She smiled, letting his teeth nip at her skin. "Did you sleep at all last night?" She asked, closing her eyes as he moved his mouth to her collarbone. She could feel his breath fan over her skin, the warmth of his body against hers.
"No." He whispered, tightening his grip on her when thunder rumbled outside. "I would've had nightmares."
She bit her lip, picking up Sage as she started to fuss for her diaper to be changed. "Do you know what triggered it?" She asked, picking up a new diaper and a pack of baby wipes.
He started to warm up a bottle, knowing that it was almost time for another feeding. "When… Jacob took us… there was a guy, Ben." He took a breath, laying out some new onesies and booties for them. "He… tried to rape both me and Phoebe."
She finished with Sage's diaper, handing her over to John for her new outfit. "Was he there?" She asked, grunting as she picked up Flynn. "Goodness sakes! Hulk, you could use to lose a little weight."
John chuckled, bouncing sage on his hip before he set her on the play mat. "I didn't see him, but I'll never forget that smell." He wrinkled his nose, gagging slightly with the scent of Flynn's diaper, and the memory of Ben's stink combining.
She nodded, moving on to Violet as John got Flynn dressed. "Dad's been on the phone with a lawyer all morning… one of the girls in the crowd was assaulted."
John's head snapped up, his eyes flashing yellow before they plunged to black. "What?" He asked, gritting his teeth and making his gums bleed.
She picked up a tissue, wiping the blood from his lips. "We're getting our teeth out tomorrow morning."
He curled his lip, hardly able to hear her through the anger screaming in his head. "I'll kill him." He growled, the muscles in his body going taught with rage. "I'll kill that son of a bitch." He pushed Claire back as she tried to hug him, letting her know that he didn't want to be touched right now.