Diabolus: The Lethal Hunt

Chapter Three

BEVERLY WOODS

For three hours, we're gathering all the information we can about paying taxes. How do they know if the taxes are paid, or not. How much of them could be hidden. And what happens if you don't pay all of your taxes?
Until now, I feel hungry as I haven't ate for months now. Just, I ate about 30 minutes ago.

Every letter looks like a banana to me, and every punctuation mark is now a donut. I lasagna know I cake chew focus, nut I can do nothing about it when I'm tofu distracted by the howling spaghetti wolves in my ice cream stomach.
Fuck!

My stomach growls and I squirm in my seat to try to silence the rumbling, as Avery looks closer at the laptop and the laws that we're studying. The pain comes in waves inside my stomach, and it seems as though it's slowly digesting itself. The baby has to eat.
God, if I will continue eating like that, I will soon look like a whale.
"We need some food."
Brooklyn takes a look at me with her narrowed eyes, her pursed lips trying to hide a laughter.
"What? I'm not eating for myself!"
"I know, I know. Just with that kind of eating pace, we will all be fatties soon."
"I just don't like to eat alone!"
"At least you're not throwing up." Lexi sits behind us, saying something from time to time, having a structure of the prison in her hands. Studying it. Trying to find a way to get inside. Our outside. If maybe, there was a way to make an explosion there without the risk to hurt Kai.

One way or another, we have so many things we need to do. And as fast as we can.

"Yeah, I guess that would be even worse."
"Have you thought about... Baby names? I know it's too early, but I'm just curious." Avery tilts her head to the side.
I draw my eyes away from Avery, when the uncomfortable feeling starts to make my chest heavy. My melancholy mood hangs over me like a black cloud, raining my personal sorrow down on me. There are questions I'm afraid of, and this question, is one of them.
"You know what? It doesn't matter. I'll go grab you some leftover chicken, okay?" Avery lifts her body up from the comfortable desk chair, until the first syllable, escaping my lips, stops her and she sits back.
"Of course I thought of them. Of the names. But it's too hard to do it... Without him. It should be our decision to make. Our perfect name."

I'm not sure if I should talk about my every little feeling or thought with others; simply, I just have to leave something for myself. We have enough problems, for me to bother them with my personal sorrow.
I've been thinking about those names. If it's a boy, or a girl. I always imagined myself raising a little beautiful boy, named Ethan. Or Jason. And we never talked about the names Kai would like.
Of course, I would love to have a baby girl that I could embellish with hair accessories, cute pink tulle dresses. I have been thinking of what would be her name, too. Maria. Daisy. Miranda, like my mother. Or Lillian, like Kai's.
Or simply... Hope. Something unusual. Poetic. And I'm sure, Kai would like something unique.

"Don't lose hope. We will do everything for you both to decide what name to choose for your baby."
Brooklyn takes my hand in hers, and the warmth that spreads through my body fades away the dark thoughts. Like they were never there. Instead, now there's hope. Only because I'm not alone, that's the thing I always forget. I have my family. We have each other. And we're stronger together. That's why separation was so hard.

But the reunion will happen only if we will work together.
As family.

"Okay, now I'm getting you and your little Kai some food."
Avery winks at me and finally stands up from the chair to get all of us some food. She usually jumps around me, doing everything so I wouldn't get tired. Sometimes, it makes me feel like I'm made out of glass. Like I would shatter.