Runaway - A DEVIL'S NIGHT FANFICTION (PTBR + ENG)

Chapter 41 - Nini

Quick note: this chapter has some great scenes, but once again we're going to have to team up for Nini and her screw-ups, cause my girl gives me a hard time but I'm always covering for her. 😅

Nowadays...

"So, have you thought about that thing yet?" — Fane asks me, picking up a pillow and placing it on his lap to poke at it, pretending to be disinterested, as Dag sits down on my other side, trapping me on the couch at his house.

"Fane..." — Ivar warns him, his voice coming from the kitchen.

"You said she's the one who decides!" — Fane turns his head to grumble and then faces me again, putting on his best good-boy face.

"I'm not deciding that now, Fane. I'm sorry" — I respond, shrugging and getting up, with several pairs of eyes watching me closely.

Lately, this was common.

Ever since I admitted that I was being stalked, even though I refused to give details about what was really happening and used my pregnancy as an excuse so they wouldn't pressure me more than I could "handle," it was clear that the Knights and their families were on high alert. And while it gave me some comfort knowing they were genuinely interested in protecting me, all the surveillance after weeks was starting to get on my nerves.

"I wonder if they really think I'd let something like that happen" — I murmur as I approach Ivar, who's serving his mother's birthday party as part of his punishment.

"I wonder how far they'd go with that crap" — he huffs, clearly amused. — "I mean, Gunnar, Fane, and Sec would probably take that research seriously, but I bet Dag would give up the moment he had to witness a diaper change."

"Honestly, it scares me that your brothers want to research our kids' behavior and are suggesting I let them be the godfathers" — I say with a grimace, wrapping my arms around his body and resting my face on his shoulder blades.

"They can give up now, since it's obvious that if anyone's going to be the godparents of these kids, it'll be Emmy and me" — I hear Will say as he walks into the kitchen.

It was obvious he had followed me here.

"Oh, please! You two will already be sort of like grandparents, just like Winter and Damon. I think Michael and I should be the godparents" — Rika suggests, coming into the kitchen from the door that led to the pool, with Damon and Banks by her side. The first two had clearly just come back from a smoking break.

"By that logic, Michael is already kind of the mother's half-brother, which makes him the uncle, and you the aunt" — Banks jokes, shrugging.

She approached the table we were gathered around, and her hypnotic green eyes stared at me.

"You want to be the godmother of my kids?" — I ask, before I can stop myself, unable to hide my surprise.

"Judging by how protective Mads gets when he's around the girl, Banks might as well be the grandmother too" — Damon teases, grabbing one of the glasses his son had just served.

"Dad!" — Ivar protests, but I tighten my arms around him to let him know it's fine. I was already getting used to that kind of joke from him.

Besides, Mads was the only person who didn't irritate me, because, in a way, I was already accustomed to how he always watched over me well before all this craziness.

"Anyway, I'm not worried about making that decision right now" — I declare, shrugging and letting go of Ivar to stand by his side. — "I don't even know if I want to decide whether they'll follow a religion or doctrine."