Unheard: Book 3 of The Bound Trilogy

Chapter 10

*Well, better late than never. :) Enjoy!*

Chapter 10

~Kayla’s POV~

Exhaustion was setting in, but I couldn’t let it get to me just yet.

I can’t believe all that has happened in the last twenty-four hours.  I’ll just…

“Mommy?”

“Hmm…” was my absent-minded reply.  Everything was circling in my brain, making it hard to concentrate.

“Are you mad?”

My son’s small voice caught my attention.  I was currently getting him ready for bed.  He decided he wanted to wear his Ninja Turtles pajamas, and now we were in the bathroom so he could brush his teeth and pee in his ‘big-boy’ potty.  He may only be two, but we were working on potty training.  He was doing well so far, but still had accidents every once in a while.

I was trying to sort laundry while he brushed his teeth, but all I was doing was staring at a pair of his pants with a hole in the knee.

Turning to look at my reason for living, I could see worry and uncertainty clear on his face.  Putting the pants on top of the washer, I closed the small distance between us.  Placing my hands on his shoulders, I turned him on his little footstool to face me.

“Why would you think I was mad honey?”

He averted his eyes.  Looking anywhere but at me.  Grabbing his chin gently with my fingers, I forced him to look at me.  “Why would you think I was mad?” I asked again.

He started fidgeting on his stool, so I placed him on the floor to make sure he wouldn’t fall.  Although, him being a werewolf, he more than likely wouldn’t get hurt.  It was more instinct to protect him, even from the smallest chance of getting hurt.

“Quinn, honey, what’s wrong?”

He kept fidgeting as I knelt in front of him.  He looked at me from under his lashes.  “You mad ‘cause I diff’ent now?”

“Oh honey,” I squeezed him to me. “I’m not mad at you.  You’re not different, you’re special.”

“But…but…I not want be special,” he started to cry.

“Oh, baby, there’s nothing wrong with being special,” I kissed the top of his head, as he burrowed into my embrace.  “You know the lady you were playing with earlier, and those men who were here?”  He nodded against my chest, still sniffling.

“Well they are special too.  Just like you.”

He pulled away to look at me, rubbing the tears from his eyes.  “Really?”

“Yep,” I said, popping the ‘p.’  I pulled him close again.  This time for my own comfort.  “I know this is all strange, but I promise it will be alright.”  I kissed his head again before standing with him in my arms.  “Okay, enough of this talk.  Now, it is time for bed.”

“But I not want go bed,” he complained, while fighting—unsuccessfully—a yawn.

Chuckling, I said, “Oh, I think you need to go to bed.  You had a very eventful day, and you need your sleep.”

We shuffled down the hall to his room.  Once there, he climbed into his bed burrowing under his covers.  I kissed his head, and was about to get up, when he asked, “Mommy?  Can I have a story?”

Normally, I would say ‘yes’ to his request, but with everyone else in the house, I needed to get them sorted before I went to bed.  As it was, I was having a hard time keeping my own eyes open.