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.
She fell back to sleep.
And he wanted Raven as a family.
And this was an important morning...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"Yeah, just finishing up dinner!" he called out from the kitchen.
"I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" she yelled. "COME HERE!"
Raven nodded slightly, shifting nervously.
Raven nodded again. "Yeah. Are you mad at me?"
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!
Raven widened her eyes. "What is it, Daryl?" she pressed.
"Hold on a sec," he drawled, dropping to a knee.
With a flourish, he held out the ring. "Marry me, Raven. Be my wife."
Raven grinned. "Oh, I know," she told him.
"...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.
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...