Species

Chapter 33

     
           "I know," Drew said in the doorway of the nursery. He was holding the doorknob for dear life. Patrick's head snapped to look at him.
"Well, well, we'll, little brother," Drew pulled out a gun and pointed it at Patrick. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right now."
"You'd wake Chloe and the baby. She'd hate you forever and keep the child for you. You'd ultimately kill her out of rage at her pushing you away. You kill me, you kill her."
Drew pondered this. "You must be punished. This will not happen again." He ordered.
"Yes, it will." Patrick disagreed. "I'm assuming you came in here because you heard her moans of pleasure. She'll want to be pleased again." Patrick smirked.
Drew's face scrunched in anger. He let out an angry grunt. He wanted to hit Patrick in the face with his gun, but couldn't risk waking Chloe.
        "You piece of shit! You piece of shit!" Drew pointed the gun at Patrick once again. He was angry and wanted to hurt him, but couldn't. He didn't know what to do. "Fuck you, Patrick! I knew you were jealous of me."
"Why the hell would I be jealous of you? You're a demented psychopath."
"You shut the fuck up!" Drew growled at him. Chloe moved in her sleep causing both of them to shut up. Chloe rubbed her head against his chest. Wrapping her arm around him she squeezed him to her for a second before her light breathing told them she was still asleep.
"I can't believe this. I gave her everything. You better watch your back." Drew threatened before storming out of the room.
Once the door was closed he fell back on his pillow.
"Shit!" He mumbled to himself. He'd made a mistake . He'd made such a big mistake. How could he have made such a huge mistake?
As if sensing his thoughts Chloe let go of him and rolled away, her back to him now. The pant of hurt he felt by her pulling away surprised him. He wanted to tell her to get her ass back over here but she was asleep. Instead he moved toward her and wrapped and arm around her spooning her. One thing he knew for sure: whether it was a mistake or not he would do it again.
Fear crept deep inside him leaving him cold. "You better watch your back" he replayed Drew's words over in his head. What was he going to do? Someone could be lurking in every corner. Drew could be plotting his death right this moment. And what could he do? It's not like he could run. They were on a freaking spaceship in outer space. He couldn't call the cops. He couldn't do anything. Or could he? He needed to think.

Patrick tried to sleep but he couldn't. Every time his eyes closed for a second he thought "what of Drew comes in and kills me?" and snapped awake. After God only knows how many hours Chloe woke up.
She stretched her cute little, naked self out and he enjoyed the view.
"Good Morning!" She beamed at him.
"Morning." He said stiffly. He didn't mean to. The last thing he wanted to do was worry her, but he wasn't good and pretending to be blissed out of his brains like she was. If he did die at least he'd die knowing he'd put that goofy grin on her face.
She leaned in for a kiss, but backed away before their lips met.
"What's wrong?" He asked confused.
"Morning breath." She got up and darted to the bathroom. He laughed listening to the sink as she brushed her teeth.
'Man she's cute!' He thought to himself.
She came running back and plopped down next to him giving him a sweet morning kiss.
She couldn't stop smiling. She felt so over the moon. She could tell he was stressed. She rubbed his shoulders.
"You're all tense. I know what could help." She gave him a wink with a naughty look in her eyes. He smiled loving her dirty side.
"That is so tempting . . . But . . ."
Her smile feel at the sound of his words. She'd feared he'd pull away afterwards and now he was. She felt so stupid. Instinctively she pulled away from him.
"Don't be upset." He told her firmly.
"I'm not." She lied. He knew it too.
"I think just think you should check on the baby first." He lied trying to save his ass.
The Baby!
"Oh Shoot!" She bounced up so quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief and fell back on his pillow trying to figure out what he should and should not tell her.
"Why didn't he cry last night? Newborns are supposed to cry." She said frantically. "Patrick!"
"Hmm?" He was so lost in thought that he wasn't fully paying attention.
"Where's my baby?"
"Hmm?" Again not really listening.
She slowly turned around to face him. Her face was pale and she looked like she'd seen a ghost.
"Chloe, what's wrong?"
"My baby is missing." Her lip quivered. Her eyes were welling you with tears. "My baby is missing. Where is my baby?"
Patrick jumped up into action. "What do you mean he's missing?" He threw all the blankets out of the bassinet and sure enough no baby.
"How could this happen? I barely dozed off a few times. I couldn't have been asleep that long for someone to come in and snatch our baby." He was panicked, too.
"That means someone knows. Someone saw us and then took my baby." She ran her fingers threw her hair. "Oh my gosh! I can't breathe." She was really panicking.
"Chloe, it's going to be okay." He tried to reassure her though truthfully he was freaking out too.
"Do you think it was Sophie? I hate suspecting anyone of something so bad, but like I could see where it'd be her. Maybe Bergita came in early this morning in took him. Yeah. Maybe that's it. Do you think she'd tell Drew? Oh My — what if it was Claire? Since I lied and said she told me. What if this is her revenge?" Chloe rambled on and on.
"Um, Chloe," Patrick said very slowly and very calmly that it freaked her out. He looked like he was about to give her bad news that was going to wreck her.
"What?" She asked hesitantly trying to brace her heart for some bad news.
"I found the baby." He said and pointed towards the bathroom door. Her heart sank.
No. No. Images of the bloody woman and baby arm in that bathroom flashed in her mind.
"No. No. Tell me he's not dead." She begged him.
"Oh he's not dead." Patrick said. That's when she heard it, the cutest baby giggle in the whole world. She turned around and saw her baby in the bathroom doorway sitting on top of a wave. A WAVE! Yes, a water wave.
"What the —? Are you seeing this too?" She gawked in awe.
"Your son riding a wave like some sort of Poseidon. Yeah, I see it too."
"Oh my dang!"