Species

Chapter 30

                  After Chloe peed she took Tyson. She fed him, burped him, and rocked him to sleep as she talked to Patrick. He asked what transpired between Drew and Chloe. He was very much annoyed to hear that she'd told Drew she knew about Claire being his wife.
       "Why would you say that?" He asked her wide eyed. She noticed the worry etched across his face. Why was he so worried?
"Because I didn't wanna go back to his room with him." She answered him in a "duh" voice. To her it seemed obvious why she would do that.
"Chloe," he ran his hand over his face as if wiping away exhaustion. "He's going to investigate who told you."
"I told him Claire did."
"And you think he's not going to talk to her? That was so stupid, Chloe."
Chloe but her bottom lip feeling embarrassed and a little frightened.
"I hadn't thought of that." She admitted.
"No kidding." He scoffed. Ouch.
"I just wanted to throw it in his face and get some distance from him without putting you in harm."
"Well, now you've caused more trouble. What's Claire gonna day?"
"I don't know." Chloe turned away from him and began to pace as she gently bopped rocking Tyson. She wanted to make sure he was truly asleep before she payed him down. Bopping. Patrick watched her bop one way then the other lightly on her feet.
            "You're moving." He stated. Chloe stopped her little bopping motion to look at him confused.
"Yes?" She sounded confused and she was. Was she supposed to be crippled in a wheel chair.
"You're not in pain?" He asked.
She laid her baby in his bassinet bending at the waist with no problem and then standing back up. She stretched her arms trying to find any aches.
"No, I'm not." She answered plainly. Then it hit her. She should be in pain. She should be moving like a snail and groaning about it.  Realizing this her eyes grew wide as she stared at Patrick.
"What did you guys do to me?" She asked panicked. Her hands flew to her stomach trying to feel something.
"I didn't do anything." Patrick put his hands up defensively.
Chloe ran to the bathroom and lifted her shirt in the mirror. Slowly with shaky hands she unwrapped her stomach. The bandage came off and she gasped in  amazement. There were no stitches, no dried up blood, no fresh blood. There was a very faint tiny scary by her belly button, but that was it. She rain her hand over her smooth skin and felt no pain. It was . . . Crazy . . . But amazing. She hadn't seen this part of her untouched by blood in so long.
            She heard a gasp from behind her and looked up to see Patrick watching in the mirror from the bathroom doorway.
"I don't know what happened." She told him. "I haven't been forced any other shots by anyone. I've been in the dungeon, with you, in here." Her brain was running so fast trying to figure it out. "I don't . . . I don't understand." She moved to sit on top of the toilet wrapping her arms around her stomach.
"Chloe, it's okay." He told her kneeling in front of her placing his hands on her knees.
"The only thing I've taken is the pain meds for my whole c-section or whatever you wanna call that unfortunate situation I was in."
"Chloe," he took her face in his hands. "Breathe."
She let out a deep breath.
"I'm sure it's something in the pills you were given for a speedy recovery." He told her.
"I don't want a speedy recovery."
He raised an eyebrow at her questioning the truth in those words.
"Okay, I do." She rolled her eyes. "But not like this. Not with whatever he gave me. I don't wanna turn into anything." She told him distressed.
            He stroke a hand over her cheek.
"Well, you feel like yourself." He leaned into her neck and tickled her with his nose. "You smell like yourself." He pulled back and looked her face over; her full cheeks, pouty lips, her dimple on one side, her big round hazel eyes. "Beautiful." He whispered. "You definitely look like yourself."
She felt so calm. His hands were rough and manly, but warm and comforting at the same time. For that moment nothing else bothered her. She didn't think about Drew, outer space, 'creatures', or anything else. The world disappeared. Even if just for a moment.
"I think you'll be okay." He assured her.
Feeling slightly dazed she leaned in and kissed him.
         His lips were soft and juice. She moaned contently in the back of her throat not feeling any embarrassment or shame. She took her unwrapped hand and placed it at his neck pulling him closer. Reacting to her want, he placed his hands on her waist. Her waist that he could grab without fear of harming her. He felt hungry for her. His desire to be a little rough with her caused him to dig his fingers into her hips and pull her body to him. Kneeling his body now between her knees she gasped between kisses.
Taking her left arm she wrapped it around his shoulders pulling him closer.
"Wait." She broke them apart.
"What?" He huffed our of breath. She noticed his voice was deeper and had no doubts that he was aroused right now.
        She slid her left arm off his shoulders and stared at the bandage before deciding to unravel it to see what it looked like. To her surprise the 'A' was still there. It was very faint and no longer hurt, but she could tell it was still there. Patrick took her hand in his and kissed it.
"Shall we continue?" He smiled at her.
Looking at him now she felt a little more clear headed. Panic tugged at her heart.
"I don't know." He could hear the weariness in her voice.
"I told you I was going to make you scream." He reminded her with a smirk. Cocky as ever.
She gave him a grin feeling her cheeks burn. "I remember." She nodded. "But I also know that you could break my heart and I'm not sure I could handle that."
His smirk vanished knowing she was serious.
"Rip me open, kill me, sear my hand, but please don't break my heart."