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Authors: Christina Ow
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“You are going to be a dad!” She jumped on him and hugged him tight, “I’ve got dibs on godmother.”
He laughed nervously, “So this is a good thing?”
Audrey held his face in the palms of her hands, “Dale Carson, you are thirty-six years old. It’s about time you spread your good genes around.”
“So it’s a good thing?”
She laughed, hugging him. “It’s a great thing!”
Chapter Nine
Carson drove to Ellie’s apartment, his mind still in a whirlwind. Possibly, falling in love wasn’t something he thought seriously about. When he was younger, yes he thought about it, he had it all planned- law school, his own practice, a wife and three kids- two boys and one girl- all by the age of forty. He’d have a wonderful marriage and give his kids the best childhood that he could. Just like his dad did, then things changed.
Practicing law didn’t seem as fun as getting into the minds of psychopaths and hunting them down. Going head to head with situations people only had nightmares about or watched in movies. Knowing that each day he went out on the job there was a fifty percent chance he would be back in a body bag. He had to admit, those odds gave him a rush nothing else could match up to. With everything he’d seen on the job, bringing children into the world at the risk they’d be tortured by one of the animals he hunted down, or leaving a widow behind, or becoming a widower himself because of his job was something he wasn’t willing to put up to risk. The pain of losing a loved one isn’t something he would wish on anyone.
He was content being a bachelor for the rest of his life. But now, at the age of thirty-six, he had a girl he thought he loved and she was expecting their first child. A life he was frightened of living was becoming a reality.
He rang her doorbell, each hand holding snacks and foods he’d heard Richard complain about, having to drive to a twenty-four hour store in the middle of the night for his wife, and what Paloma used to stuff herself with at work.
Kris opened the door in her flannel shorts and red vest, “Good, you are finally here.”
Holding up the bags to her as he stepped in, “Hi. Long time no see. I brought pizza, burgers, chips, chocolates and ice cream. I wasn’t exactly sure what her cravings were.”
“You nailed it.” Kris took the bags from him and set them on the kitchen counter, “We barely have any food in the house since hurricane Ellie arrived four days ago,” she pulled four slices of pizza out of the box and put them on a plate.
“Did someone say something about food?” Seth, Kris’s blond headed boyfriend, appeared out of her room, “Hey man. So you are the lucky guy?” He nodded at Carson as he went to join Kris.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Carson answered, staring at the duo. They looked like a pair of chaos judging by the way they went through his craving kit, “Where is Ellie?”
Kris hissed, “Speaking to the she-devil!”
Before he could inquire further, he turned to the soft padding of feet on the hardwood floor.
“Did someone say food?” Ellie walked out of her room, a jar of peanut butter in her hand and a spoon hanging loosely in her mouth. She pulled the spoon out of her mouth and just stared at Carson.
“Hi. I brought you something to eat,” he said, pointing at Kris and Seth.
“Hey, hands off. He brought that for me,” Ellie warned, pointing at them with a spoon.
“Once you refill the refrigerator, we’ll be happy to, until then,” Kris bit into a slice of pizza she was holding defiantly.
“Kris, did you call me a she-devil again?”
Instinctively, Carson’s head jerked in the direction of the voice, “Whoa!” She looked exactly like Ellie the first night they met.
“Ellsa, Dale. Dale, Ellsa.” Ellie quickly introduced them.
“She-devil, baby daddy. Baby daddy, she-devil,” Kris added.
Carson turned to Kris with an arched brow. She made no attempts to hide her distaste for Ellie’s
He laughed nervously, “So this is a good thing?”
Audrey held his face in the palms of her hands, “Dale Carson, you are thirty-six years old. It’s about time you spread your good genes around.”
“So it’s a good thing?”
She laughed, hugging him. “It’s a great thing!”
Chapter Nine
Carson drove to Ellie’s apartment, his mind still in a whirlwind. Possibly, falling in love wasn’t something he thought seriously about. When he was younger, yes he thought about it, he had it all planned- law school, his own practice, a wife and three kids- two boys and one girl- all by the age of forty. He’d have a wonderful marriage and give his kids the best childhood that he could. Just like his dad did, then things changed.
Practicing law didn’t seem as fun as getting into the minds of psychopaths and hunting them down. Going head to head with situations people only had nightmares about or watched in movies. Knowing that each day he went out on the job there was a fifty percent chance he would be back in a body bag. He had to admit, those odds gave him a rush nothing else could match up to. With everything he’d seen on the job, bringing children into the world at the risk they’d be tortured by one of the animals he hunted down, or leaving a widow behind, or becoming a widower himself because of his job was something he wasn’t willing to put up to risk. The pain of losing a loved one isn’t something he would wish on anyone.
He was content being a bachelor for the rest of his life. But now, at the age of thirty-six, he had a girl he thought he loved and she was expecting their first child. A life he was frightened of living was becoming a reality.
He rang her doorbell, each hand holding snacks and foods he’d heard Richard complain about, having to drive to a twenty-four hour store in the middle of the night for his wife, and what Paloma used to stuff herself with at work.
Kris opened the door in her flannel shorts and red vest, “Good, you are finally here.”
Holding up the bags to her as he stepped in, “Hi. Long time no see. I brought pizza, burgers, chips, chocolates and ice cream. I wasn’t exactly sure what her cravings were.”
“You nailed it.” Kris took the bags from him and set them on the kitchen counter, “We barely have any food in the house since hurricane Ellie arrived four days ago,” she pulled four slices of pizza out of the box and put them on a plate.
“Did someone say something about food?” Seth, Kris’s blond headed boyfriend, appeared out of her room, “Hey man. So you are the lucky guy?” He nodded at Carson as he went to join Kris.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Carson answered, staring at the duo. They looked like a pair of chaos judging by the way they went through his craving kit, “Where is Ellie?”
Kris hissed, “Speaking to the she-devil!”
Before he could inquire further, he turned to the soft padding of feet on the hardwood floor.
“Did someone say food?” Ellie walked out of her room, a jar of peanut butter in her hand and a spoon hanging loosely in her mouth. She pulled the spoon out of her mouth and just stared at Carson.
“Hi. I brought you something to eat,” he said, pointing at Kris and Seth.
“Hey, hands off. He brought that for me,” Ellie warned, pointing at them with a spoon.
“Once you refill the refrigerator, we’ll be happy to, until then,” Kris bit into a slice of pizza she was holding defiantly.
“Kris, did you call me a she-devil again?”
Instinctively, Carson’s head jerked in the direction of the voice, “Whoa!” She looked exactly like Ellie the first night they met.
“Ellsa, Dale. Dale, Ellsa.” Ellie quickly introduced them.
“She-devil, baby daddy. Baby daddy, she-devil,” Kris added.
Carson turned to Kris with an arched brow. She made no attempts to hide her distaste for Ellie’s
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