Page 120 of Misrule
“’Law, stop!”
“Christopher, you’re fine. I’m fine.”
Her soothing little voice hit him in the center of his chest and he trembled.
“No, baby,” he sobbed, screaming again because he didn’t know what else to do. “You gone. I lost you.”
Small hands touched his shoulder and shook him. “’Law, wake up, please!”
“No! She gone…”
“MegAnn, right here, ‘Law!”
Christopher resisted CJ’s impatient voice, still screaming, still seeing Megan in the coffin, pregnant, bloody, and snuffed from him. Sudden weight settled onto his chest, threatening to squeeze the life from him.
Her soft mouth brushed his cheek. “I’m here,” she swore. “Just open your eyes. You’ll see.”
“Wake up, ‘Law,” CJ demanded. “Stop being a bitch-ass baby.”
“Donotcuss, potato,” Megan chastised.
Bitch-ass baby.Potato.A mother’s loving sternness.
None of that would be in such a horrific scene as the one he’d been…Cautiously, Christopher opened one eye. CJ sat on his chest, staring down into his face. He scrunched his nose as Christopher opened his other eye.
“You all sweaty, ‘Law.” CJ glanced to the side of him. “He gotta take a shower, MegAnn. Tell him.”
The scent of cherry blossoms filled Christopher’s brain.Megan.
Just as suddenly as it had descended, the weight lifted as Megan removed their boy from Christopher’s chest.
CJ squealed. “Put me down, Mommie!” he said around giggles. “I’m a big boy.”
Megan kissed Christopher’s cheek again. “We’ll wait for you downstairs,” she said softly.
She knew him so well. She knew when to wrap him in her pussy to comfort him and when to leave him alone so he could collect himself.
She waited until he sat up before she offered him another gentle smile, still holding their raucous boy in her arms.
“I love you,” she told him.
Christopher rubbed the back of his neck. “I love you, too, baby,” he mumbled.
“You okay, ‘Law?” His boy stopped squirming against his Ma long enough to ask him.
“Yeah, boy.”
They both smiled at him, as the full weight of that dream hit him and he scowled.
Setting CJ on his feet and grabbing his hand, Megan blew Christopher a kiss, then guided their boy out the door.
Alone, Christopher growled and jumped to his feet. His cock twitched with a slight pain, but he ignored it. This shit was absolutely un-fucking-acceptable. He’d gone the fuck ahead and had a dick-snip-flip, thinking he had the solution to his nightmares, when the motherfuckers decided to fuck with him even more and lead him to believe the cause of Megan’s death was pregnancy.
He had lost his goddamn, motherfucking mind.
Pacing, he thought of the nightmare he’d just had, and shivered.
What if it had been real? What if Christopher hadn’t found her in time after Mystic had taken her?
