The Alpha King Call Boy – Chapter 191
Alexander
I rested back against the headboard and continued to rub the baby’s tiny back in soft circles, trying to calm her down. I wished I could hold Fiona, too; she clearly also needed comfort. But the wailing child had to take priority, and anyway Fiona was insisting that she was fine, despite the obvious pallor of her skin and the heavy sweat that had her black nightgown clinging, sodden, to her trembling body.
Even over the baby’s cries, I could hear my wife’s heart pounding in an adrenaline-fueled riot rhythm.
OOM-BOOM-BOOM
BOOM-
d closed herself into the bathroom.
began to subside.
fter a few more minutes, she quieted down.
bedcovers back; the sheets were just a little sweat-damp on Fiona’s side. I separated the layers to air them out before heading into her closet to find a clean, dry nightgown for her to change into.
to. I had to smile as I looked around it now, just seeing her touch, her personality everywhere.
oft blue nightgown, turned the light off behind me and left on tip-toe, feeling like a trespasser in my Luna’s pristinely kept private space.
had not locked the bathroom door. I knocked on it very light
y. How are you doin
was just stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body
never seen you have a nightmare like that before.”
ht you something to chan
k you.”
y chest, wrapped listless arms around my middle and sighed.
a kiss on the top of her head. Then I swept her body up into my arms and carried her back to bed.
taking a toll on my perfect Luna.
you nervous about
her lips and nodded.
with
on her lap.
point on.”
ar-coat anything, but this statement, especially delivered so calmly, felt downright morbid.
le of an anxious quarrel with a nurse when we arrived at his door. We waited in the hall since we had Lexi with us, and spoke with the nurse on her way out. The polite woman told us the old man was not having a great day so far and
d been hit-or-miss with knowing who I was for as long as we’d been acquainted. But when he gave the same look of non-recognition to Fiona, and even asked her who she was, my heart bro
to keep so cool in such a painful context.
void frightening the old man by approaching his bedside before he remembered that he knew us.
and then asked, “Whose daughter is she? My niece, Fiona’s?”
as we exited the building. I kept an arm around her shoulders, attempting to push a comforting energy into her body from mine by
their cell phones to take photos or videos of us as we passed by.
t tell them off.
t I was trained well enough to know that a King mu
expert ease. I watched her fingers while she worked, trying to study the small movements. Now was no time to practice the task for myself, though; I let my wife secure the baby and confirm with the driver when she was sure we w
g her head.
father or the pressing crowd of photo-taking bystanders that had followed us o
oth.
You okay?”
ah.
ll day. “Oh? What kind of surprise?”
w thinking you may not act
and to force herself to stop. “Okay. Well, what was it going to be?”
Brunch out at a beautiful, fancy restaurant. I made us reservations. I’d been thinking it could be refreshing to get out of the pala
noon out in public may not be the relaxing treat I was imagining.”
cognized more. And since we have the baby with us, yes, I think I would prefer just to get home now. I don’t like the idea of people taking photos of her.”
of plans to the driver.
ng to think of something else I could do for my loving, giving Luna today, to show her how much I appreciated he