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Carnage winked at her.
Daisy laughed.
Carnage grinned at Daisy. He liked her.
Chapter 22
Still running his hands through his hair, Brandt paced back and forth near the hallway the bedroom was off of. It wasn’t long before his anxiety got the better of him. He came to a stop right outside the hallway staring toward the closed bedroom door. “I’m going in!” he finally said, then looked back to see if anyone was going to stop him.
“It’s your mate, your child, your house, your clan. I don’t think anyone is going to tell you you can’t,” Kaid said.
“I hate this. I feel so helpless,” Brandt said. “But I don’t want to get in the way while she’s trying to give birth to our child. If she wanted me, she’d call for me, right?”
“In childbirth, you are helpless,” Carrik said. “But I’ll tell you this, if you get in the way, Lily will just send you right back out here.”
“He’s right,” Daisy said. “And, Tempest already told you to go away. I’m sure if there was a problem, we’d know already.”
“There is! The baby’s turned,” Brandt said.
“And Lily said she’s fixing it,” Daisy said.
Brandt clamped his jaws shut and went over to sit near Barron and Emmalyn. “I fucking hate this,” he whispered. “What if she needs me?”
“Didn’t Daisy say that she already told you to go away?” Emmalyn asked. “Sometimes we just want all of you to go away so we can do what we need to do.”
“You’re not making me feel any better,” Brandt snapped.
“I’m not trying to make you feel better,” Emmalyn snapped back.
“What’s wrong with you?” Brandt asked.
“She’s pregnant,” Barron reminded him. “Hey, did you notice the way that Boon dude went on alert when Angelle came in?”
“I think he likes her,” Emmalyn said. “I hope he does. And I hope she likes him. She deserves to be happy, too.”
Brandt growled irritatedly, then got up and wandered around the room a few times before settling beside Remi, who immediately started trying to soothe him, while at the same time keeping an eye on the guy who was staring at his sister.
“Take it easy. She’ll be fine,” Remi said.
“I hope so. I’ll make your meltdown look like an afternoon at happy hour if something happens to Tempest. I’m sorry I wasn’t more tolerant,” Brandt said.
“Should have kicked my ass at the first indication,” Remi said.
“We are not doing this again. No more kids. I can’t take this chance again,” Brandt grumbled.
Remi had been watching Boon watching his sister and didn’t even hear Brandt’s claim to have no more kids. “What do you know about Boon?” he asked, without looking away from Boon.
“He’s Tempest’s Uncle. She adores him. He hates people, loves the woods,” Brandt said. “Hey, do you think she’s going to be alright?”
“Who, Angelle?” Remi asked.
“No! Tempest!”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine, Brandt. She’s strong, and she’s determined, and she’s got some shit inside her that could scare the hell out of anybody that she doesn’t like. And her mother’s here. And look at her dad, he’s laid back, not showing the least bit of worry. So, this guy Boon, he’s a Gargoyle?”
“Yes. How long does it take to have a baby?”
“Could be hours, could be a day or two.”
