𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙆𝙔 𝙄𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 - 𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙮

Irritation, Temptaion, and Investigation

TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. Owen couldn't help it, he shot straight up from his bed, hand over his heart. He felt instantly threatened at the loud banging noise, it had reminded him of being back in the navy. Glancing around he realized that he was in the bedroom, Roscoe at his feet looking up at him, Emma curled up on her side of the bed with most of the covers on top of her. It was already hot and humid in Central America, why did she need extra warmth?

Any signs of distress coming from the room? No? He sighed in relief when he realized there was no present danger. Roscoe perked his ears up a bit as he laid back down. Owen gently tried to lull himself back to sleep without any disturbances.

TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. Roscoe now had woken up fully, barking wildly at the bedroom door. Great. Owen grunted as he got out of bed to investigate the sound, Emma slightly stirred during all the noise. He held his breath as he viewed over at her, freezing up for a moment. If anyone woke her up it would be a blood bath. Realizing that she was out like a light he opened the door having Roscoe bolt out into the living room, still barking mad. "Roscoe stop." He hissed towards the Australian shepherd as he peered out the blinds on the kitchen window.

'What the hell?' Owen thought as he saw Claire holding a stack of blue prints in her hands, surrounded by construction men. He rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead in frustration. He lazily headed towards the door, he was about to give Claire a new meaning of morning blues. Owen opened the door, Roscoe quickly dashed out growling and running in circles due to the commotion. He shut his eyes in aggravation exiting the bungalow wearing nothing but dark pajama bottoms.

He groggily rubbed his eyes as he rounded towards the back of the bungalow. He had to do a double take at the sight of the whole situation. A couple feet behind the house, the ground was being leveled out by large bulldozers. Large stacks of wood were piled up in a corner, along with a crane. Then he saw Claire in an orange hard hat. Just the woman he wanted to see. He paced over to her angrily, and upset as Roscoe tormented the workers with loud barks. "Claire are you kidding me?" He asked, waving his arms around himself, causing the people Claire was discussing something with to disperse.

She seemed to look up at him in surprise, she didn't think that he would wake up to this. "No. I'm building you a house." She shortly stated in a confused tone, almost offended. Owen furrowed his brows towards her defiantly, he had wanted a new house for the baby but he didn't want it to be built at the crack of dawn. "You couldn't've given us notice?" He yawned. "It's like seven in the morning." Claire nodded her head towards the still tired Owen. "Yes that's correct. That means you have to be at your job with the raptors in an hour. This is your wake up call. You're welcome." She smirked towards the annoyed raptor trainer who only returned her gaze with a lazy glare.

He couldn't deal with big ordeals this early in the morning, he couldn't even compute what he was going to say to Claire. Eventually he gave the glaring contest. "I'm going back to sleep. You better not wake Emma up, she's not a morning person." He mentioned before yawning and turning the opposite direction. Owen wasn't necessarily a morning person himself but he couldn't compete with Emma's grumpiness if she was forcefully woken up. "I'll keep that in mind." Claire shouted after him, not really caring if the work woke anyone up or not. They wanted a house but, she was going to build it on her time.

Owen waved irritatedly behind him, knowing Claire wasn't listening as the construction work still continued, then whistled for Roscoe. Roscoe came bounding next to him, an orange construction hat in his jaws. Owen looked down confused, opening his mouth to scold but, realized that he was actually glad that the pup was causing the construction workers grief.

As he entered the bungalow he noticed that the bedroom door was still open, but Emma wasn't in there. He cautiously approached the bedroom door, checking to hear if there was any gagging sounds coming from the bathroom so he could assist her. He'd always been there for her during her morning sickness fits, sucking up his pride and holding her hair out of the toilet. He gently opened the door further, creaking in the process. The bathroom door was still open, no Emma inside.