Page 202 of Somebody's Watching Me
It was time to end it, and if everything went as planned, their days of living in fear would soon be over.
“Hey, where’s my food?” Evie opened one eye. “Your son is hungry.”
His son.
Excelling as a husband and father had become his mission in life and taking on the role of agirldad had been easier than expected. Not that he was crazy enough to think that would always be the case, but he had two perfect daughters and wanted them to understand how loved they were every second of the day.
But raising a boy—a Fairweather son—would require careful thought and planning.
“You’re sure you want ice cream tonight?”
“With sprinkles.”
“Fine.” Leaning over the girls, he lightly kissed her. “With sprinkles.”
Evie locked a hand on the back of his neck, holding him in place. “If I can hold it together, you can hold it together.”
She knew him so well. And he wasn’t the only one nearing their breaking point.
“I’m so proud of you, Evangeline.”
Her eyes went round. “It is one o’clock in the morning. Do not make me cry.”
“But I am proud of you. Every day of my life.”
She pulled him in for a deeper kiss, and the binding love between them threatened to take him out right there. They were drowning together in their fears, both attempting to stay strong for each other and the girls.
“I love you, Mrs. Fairweather.”
For all eternity, she belonged to him, and he to her. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to see Evie and their children living a long life in peace. Even if it meant risking his own damnation.
“And I love you, Mr. Fairweather.” Evie’s stomach gurgled. “But please feed me.”
With one last kiss, he went downstairs, his hackles rising the greater the distance grew between himself and them. He couldn’t stand to have them out of his sight for very long and didn’t know how he was going to manage this panic whenever it was time to return to normal. Hopefully, this last sweep would lead to Sinclair’s arrest. Once he was out of the picture, things would calm down, although not end completely.
None of this would truly end until Toby was dead.
“What are you guys watching?”
The lights from the living room TV flickered over Josie and Holden’s faces, the sound barely audible. Both night owls, they’d taken to staying up and watching an endless array of movies since Josie’s arrival.
“It’s a documentary about Will. I’ve already seen it, but Holden hasn’t,” Josie said, smiling up at him as he came over. “What’s Evie’s request tonight?”
“Ham sandwich and ice cream.”
Wrinkling her nose, she stood. “I’ll help.”
“I’m capable of making a sandwich, Jos.” He was thankful she was here. Not only did she provide an extra hand with the girls, but she also gave him a sense of peace. “Contrary to what you believe.”
Josie marched past him. “Don’t be a jackass.”
Grinning, he followed behind her to the kitchen. They worked silently, with Josie making the sandwich and him scooping ice cream into a bowl.
“After she eats, I want you to sleep,” Josie ordered, slathering mayo on the bread. “No getting up early to work.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And don’t set an alarm. I’ll take care of the girls if they wake up.”
