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Authors: Scarlett Jade
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own. Always have, always will. Get inside and rest.”
“Thanks, Tim.”
“You got it, honey.”
As she popped open the car door, the front door of the house opened wide and Grams stepped outside. “Timothy, you better bring that girl inside.”
“Yes, ma'am!” he spluttered, whipping his seat belt off quickly and coming around to her side to help her out.
“She's onto you, you know.” Zoe couldn't resist mumbling in Tim's ear as they walked up the sidewalk.
“There's nothing to be on to,” Tim muttered back.
“Suuuuure there's not,” Zoe retorted.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“I did once before.” His eyes twinkled with warning.
“You can't hit pregnant women. You'll go to jail.”
“Fine. You have a spanking coming when that baby is out of you.”
“She'll be here in a few more months.”
“She?” Tim glanced at her with big eyes.
“Yeah. She.”
Tim's face blanched and he grimaced, “Aw hell. Major can't take another one of you.”
Zoe laughed and shrugged. “That's kind of what the doctor said.”
“Jesus, the two of you will make me grey before my time.” He ran a hand through his thick hair and shivered.
“Or bald.”
“Shut your mouth, Zoe! That's like wishing herpes on someone. Damn!” He helped her up the stairs and passed her off to Grams. “Best lock this one up for a bit.”
Grams frowned. “She's gonna march into that bed and get some sleep, I know that. Thank you, Tim for rallying folks to look for her and for bringing her home. You're a good boy.”
“You're welcome.” He hauled ass off the stairs and Zoe shook her head.
“I'm sorry, Grams. I just was following that path and lost my way. I didn't mean to ruin Thanksgiving.”
Grams shook her head. “Don't you worry a thing about it. That's what the microwave is for, I can warm it all back up and we'll eat fine tomorrow. Layla has a bee up her back end, but we're fine. Calvin called while you were gone. He was worried, said he'd call back tomorrow, and if we didn't find you... Well to call the Red Cross. But I don't have to give him no bad news now, thank goodness.”
“I missed Calvin calling?” Sadness whooshed over her in waves.
“Yep, he called not long after you left. What did the doctor say?” She closed the door behind them both and pointed to the recliner in the living room. “Sit.”
Zoe walked over to the chair and lowered herself slowly to the seat. “He says the baby is fine...” She paused and debated telling about her daughter, but decided to wait. What a Christmas present for Calvin!
“Well good. We'll not be having anymore tripping through the woods. You hear me?” Grams waggled her finger and Zoe nodded.
“I hear you. I just want to sleep.”
“You need food!”
Zoe stood and shuffled down the hall. “Nah, I've got enough natural resources to feed the baby for a little while. I need sleep.” She pointed at her curvy figure and smiled tiredly. “Night, Grams, and for what it's worth, I'm sorry.”
Grams just smiled and shook her head. “Get on to bed then. I'll be checking on you in the morning, Zoe Hall!”
Chapter Seven
The sound of glass shattering woke her from a deep stupor, followed by shrieking and stomping down the hall. Zoe sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes and wincing at the bright sunlight that streamed through the window. A door slamming made the walls of the room reverberate and she frowned. What the hell?
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood and rushed for the door, twisting the knob and letting herself into the hall. Grams was sweeping up a shattered dinner plate and Pops was rocking furiously in his recliner. “What is going on?”
Grams pointed the dustpan toward Layla's room. “That girl is what's wrong.”
Zoe rubbed her forehead and sighed. “What is it NOW ?”
Grams pursed her lips. “She says it's you.”
At that moment, Layla came back out of her room with fury written on her face. Her breath came heavy
“Thanks, Tim.”
“You got it, honey.”
As she popped open the car door, the front door of the house opened wide and Grams stepped outside. “Timothy, you better bring that girl inside.”
“Yes, ma'am!” he spluttered, whipping his seat belt off quickly and coming around to her side to help her out.
“She's onto you, you know.” Zoe couldn't resist mumbling in Tim's ear as they walked up the sidewalk.
“There's nothing to be on to,” Tim muttered back.
“Suuuuure there's not,” Zoe retorted.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“I did once before.” His eyes twinkled with warning.
“You can't hit pregnant women. You'll go to jail.”
“Fine. You have a spanking coming when that baby is out of you.”
“She'll be here in a few more months.”
“She?” Tim glanced at her with big eyes.
“Yeah. She.”
Tim's face blanched and he grimaced, “Aw hell. Major can't take another one of you.”
Zoe laughed and shrugged. “That's kind of what the doctor said.”
“Jesus, the two of you will make me grey before my time.” He ran a hand through his thick hair and shivered.
“Or bald.”
“Shut your mouth, Zoe! That's like wishing herpes on someone. Damn!” He helped her up the stairs and passed her off to Grams. “Best lock this one up for a bit.”
Grams frowned. “She's gonna march into that bed and get some sleep, I know that. Thank you, Tim for rallying folks to look for her and for bringing her home. You're a good boy.”
“You're welcome.” He hauled ass off the stairs and Zoe shook her head.
“I'm sorry, Grams. I just was following that path and lost my way. I didn't mean to ruin Thanksgiving.”
Grams shook her head. “Don't you worry a thing about it. That's what the microwave is for, I can warm it all back up and we'll eat fine tomorrow. Layla has a bee up her back end, but we're fine. Calvin called while you were gone. He was worried, said he'd call back tomorrow, and if we didn't find you... Well to call the Red Cross. But I don't have to give him no bad news now, thank goodness.”
“I missed Calvin calling?” Sadness whooshed over her in waves.
“Yep, he called not long after you left. What did the doctor say?” She closed the door behind them both and pointed to the recliner in the living room. “Sit.”
Zoe walked over to the chair and lowered herself slowly to the seat. “He says the baby is fine...” She paused and debated telling about her daughter, but decided to wait. What a Christmas present for Calvin!
“Well good. We'll not be having anymore tripping through the woods. You hear me?” Grams waggled her finger and Zoe nodded.
“I hear you. I just want to sleep.”
“You need food!”
Zoe stood and shuffled down the hall. “Nah, I've got enough natural resources to feed the baby for a little while. I need sleep.” She pointed at her curvy figure and smiled tiredly. “Night, Grams, and for what it's worth, I'm sorry.”
Grams just smiled and shook her head. “Get on to bed then. I'll be checking on you in the morning, Zoe Hall!”
Chapter Seven
The sound of glass shattering woke her from a deep stupor, followed by shrieking and stomping down the hall. Zoe sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes and wincing at the bright sunlight that streamed through the window. A door slamming made the walls of the room reverberate and she frowned. What the hell?
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood and rushed for the door, twisting the knob and letting herself into the hall. Grams was sweeping up a shattered dinner plate and Pops was rocking furiously in his recliner. “What is going on?”
Grams pointed the dustpan toward Layla's room. “That girl is what's wrong.”
Zoe rubbed her forehead and sighed. “What is it NOW ?”
Grams pursed her lips. “She says it's you.”
At that moment, Layla came back out of her room with fury written on her face. Her breath came heavy