CHAPTER FIFTEEN - M:FAC/1 - Charlie

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CHARLIE

Nothing was happening. Nothing at all. Charlie would be able to tell if he was infected, right? He would feel feverish or nauseated or something before he switched over? And even then, he liked to think it wouldn't affect him in the same way, that his love for his children would overpower any animalistic urges to hurt them.

The boys had listened to their sister. Charlie could hear them playing nicely beyond the closed door of their bedroom. Oren was even letting little Anni play with his G-I-JOE and calmly explaining to her that it wasn't a 'baby'.

Charlie tapped the screen of his cell phone with his thumb to wake it up. Dreary hadn't yet texted, but he was sure everything was fine. Jace had just pocket-texted, nothing more. They would find the key and check on Roslava to find her in early labor. The ships would link, and one of the scientists would have a cure in no time.

Charlie nodded his head at his own positive thoughts, wishing he could run his hands through his hair or make himself a nice cup of tea. As soon as this was over, he would have ten cups of tea.

A sudden crash came from the bedroom. Charlie waited with his breath held until Oliver shouted, "Everything's okay!"

"That's reassuring," Charlie mumbled to himself. "What happened!?" he yelled back.

Oliver explained that Yrel knocked over a chair while they were making a tent but that the tent had only suffered a little and he was fixing it. Then Yrel whined that it wasn't her fault - Oliver pushed her. Then Oliver yelled that she'd been in the way, which was always justification for pushing.

Charlie sighed and let his head fall against the back of the couch.

If only Beth were here.

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