May 25, 2017

Raven: Week Thirty-Five, Day Six

Raven slept, pressed against Daryl's side.  Overnight all those months ago, he had essentially moved in with her.  He took his protective role seriously.

Although it was annoying to have him around all the time, listening to his inane chatter, and watching his ridiculous news talk shows, there were definitely indisputable benefits.  He kept the place clean, he took care of the wailing brat, and he wanted to pay for everything for her. 

She could easily ignore his blathering in exchange for those perks.
In the middle of the night, she rolled out of bed, throwing her hand up to cover her mouth, racing for the bathroom.
Even though it was vile throwing up the acidic bile.  It was well worth it.  The next phase of her plan was about to be put into motion.
Rinsing her mouth with water, she padded back into her room and laid down in bed beside her boyfriend.
 Without waking, Daryl rolled over in his sleep and wrapped his arms around her.  Raven smiled.  He couldn't stand to be without her.

She fell back to sleep.

Daryl kissed Raven's cheek and rolled out of bed.  He liked to be able to let his girl sleep in.  It was his way of pampering her and showing his love.
He headed upstairs before Onyx could wake up his mama.  "Good morning, bud," he said, lifting him up.
Onyx might not be his son by blood, but he was determined to be this boy's father of the heart.  He was working up his nerve to ask Raven to marry him. Sometimes there was something intimidating about her...
He was just going to have to man up and reach for what he wanted.

And he wanted Raven as a family.

Slipping back downstairs, Daryl got in the shower.
A glance out the window showed the gloomy fog enclosing the town like a shroud.  Ooo... that was a good one, he thought, trying to memorize it.  His fingers itched to run to his computer and jot down the note, but he knew he would get too distracted.

And this was an important morning...
Daryl practically skipped down the stairs, already humming under his breath.
He rooted through the refrigerator, grabbing a few ingredients that were necessary.  
He'd been going to the grocery store and had started a few recipes.  Otherwise all his girl would eat was salad.  Blech!   There should be nothing green in their food!
Watching the clock anxiously, he pulled the waffles from the oven before they were burned. 
Success!  He grabbed a plate.


 "Rise and shine, babe," Daryl said, heading into the room with the freshly baked waffles.  Raven rustled underneath the covers, groaning when she realized it was time to wake up.
He watched as she pushed the covers off, baring her body to his gaze.  He felt his mouth water.  He wanted her all the time...

He saw the corner of her mouth kick up in a knowing grin.  Sometimes it felt like she could read his very thoughts!

"Morning," she drawled, standing up. 

"Made you breakfast in bed," Daryl said, placing her plate of waffles on the bedside table.   
"Mmmm... looks good enough to eat," she teased, bending over as she picked up her plate and casting a seductive look over her shoulder.  "Doesn't it?"

Daryl groaned at the pretty picture she presented.  Dang, she pushed all his buttons!  Unfortunately, he knew there wasn't time to do anything about it.  And based on the grin on her face, she knew it.

"You like torturing me, don't you?" he asked heavily. 

"Mmmmmhmmmm," she agreed, sauntering out the door.

Adjusting his shorts, he followed her down the stairs.


"You sure you're okay watching the hoodlum?" she asked, toying with her waffles.
Daryl chuckled at her pet name for Onyx.  "Yeah. I already told you I'm fine watching Onyx.  You go kick ass with your interview!"

Raven blew a kiss.  "Great. Love you!" she beamed, jumping up from the table.  She still had to get ready.  "Thanks for cooking!" she called over her shoulder.


 Ms. Prince had said she would send a car for her.

Raven sneered when she saw the p.o.s. that sat idling in front of her house.  She should've sent a limo, she thought with irritation. 


Daryl finished the dishes, then checked his watch.  Onyx should be sleeping for another hour or so.  So, he finally had some time to do a little writing!
He powered up his laptop and started a new word file.  The gloomy fog... no... the fog shrouded... no... his fingers fingers hovered over the keys, typing and then backspacing as he tried to remember the exact wording he'd used earlier in the morning.  Dammit. He knew he should've written it down.

Frustrated, he slumped forward, resting his forehead on his knuckles.  Usually the words came so easily to him, practically flowing form his fingertips.  But, lately... the words just didn't seem to come. 
Sighing, he spun in his chair and reached for a novel from the bookcase he'd set up in the office.  Sometimes when he couldn't write himself, it cheered him up to visit some of the worlds of his favorite books. 

He especially loved reading about wolves and werewolves.  Really, anything paranormal.  In fact, he was trying to write a book about the politics of a werewolf clan here in Midnight Hollow.

He heard Onyx wailing.  His time was up.  With a sigh, he dropped his book on the desk and left the room, headed up the stairs.
"Hey little man," he crooned, tossing the boy up in the air and catching him.  "You ready to play?"


"DARYL?" Raven called as she stepped inside.

"Yeah, just finishing up dinner!" he called out from the kitchen.

"I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" she yelled.  "COME HERE!"
Daryl flipped the hand towel over his shoulder, heading into the entry hall.  "What's up, babe? How was your..." he stopped, trailing off mid-sentence.
She was wearing her old maternity dress.  His gaze flew to meets hers.  "Are you...?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest, an odd mixture of fear and anticipation.

Raven nodded slightly, shifting nervously.
"Oh babe," he groaned, sprinting across the hall and pulling her into his arms.  "Oh my plumbbob. We're gonna have a baby?" he asked.

Raven nodded again. "Yeah.  Are you mad at me?"
"Mad at you, babe? No!" he told her gently, stroking her face.  "Accidents happen, right?"

Raven barely managed to keep from rolling her eyes.  This pregnancy was definitely not an accident.  She could almost smell his happiness and knew he felt like he'd finally gotten her where he wanted her.  As if!  She actually had him right where she wanted him!
Nervously, he reached into his pants pocket.  "Babe... there's something I've been wanting to ask you," he said with a shaky voice.  He cleared his throat.  "Er, especially now that we're going to have a baby... and not just that.... you know how much I love you, right?"

Raven widened her eyes.  "What is it, Daryl?" she pressed. 

"Hold on a sec," he drawled, dropping to a knee.
Raven gasped, making him smile. 

With a flourish, he held out the ring.  "Marry me, Raven.  Be my wife."
"Yes! I thought you'd never ask!" she cooed, quickly holding her hand out for him to slip the ring on.
"I'm going to make you the happiest woman in the world," he promised her. 
Then reaching down and rubbing his hand on the slight bump on her belly.  "And the best daddy in the world," he added, "to Onyx and this baby."

Raven grinned.  "Oh, I know," she told him.

***

They settled in front of the TV, Daryl flipping to a local news station.

"...And next up, the Black-Wolff Widow's disappearance out of Sunset Valley...  "

Raven gripped Daryl's thigh, her nails digging into his skin.

Distracted, he reached for her hand.  "Ow! Damn, babe! That hurts!"
"...nobody's mad at you. You're not in any trouble.  We love you and want you to come home..."

Raven felt a black rage sweep over her.  How. Dare. He?!   The edges of her vision started to fade.
"Holy shit, babe! What'd you do that for?" Daryl asked, jumping up.  He'd just heard Raven growl angrily before grabbing the vase sitting on the table and hurling it at the television.  He didn't even know what the newscaster was talking about since he'd been busy trying to pull her nails from his leg.

Raven blinked, staring at the broken TV screen and the shattered vase on the floor.  She'd gone through all of this to start over and now this...   She rubbed her temples as a headache pounded.   She was going to have to fix this...