"DARYL!" she called out, irritated that he wasn't taking care of the brat. She paused and waited, hearing nothing but the sound of Onyx's cries. "DARYL!" she tried again.
"Oh for the love of..." she cursed, rolling from bed in a fit of pique. What good was he as a husband if he wasn't taking care of the kid?!
"...And clean up this goddamn crap lying everywhere..." she grumbled, adding the mess to 'Daryl's Fault.'
"Quit wiggling!" she demanded. "What? Do you want me to drop you?" she screamed, quickly putting him on the floor. "Idiot!"
Raven narrowed her eyes, glaring at him from across the room with her piercing gaze. Her gaze was starting to creep him out. She would stare at him in that odd way before eerily deducing what he'd been thinking.
"Yeah.. sure, of course!" Daryl said quickly, hoping she would leave quickly.
She shot a suspicious glare over her shoulder, kicking a toy out of her way as she left the room.
That had been too close. If Raven... Lacie... saw that he'd been researching her, he had no doubt that she could freak out. And not in a good way.
No, his best bet was to wait until their child was born and then try to talk to her about it.
Maybe this was all just a misunderstanding, he thought again, desperately trying to convince himself.
Raven preened. "I know," she told him confidently.
Nathan chuckled, amused by her bravado. "Stay the night," he heard himself saying to her, wincing because he already knew that she would say 'no'. They had agreed on strict rules for their sordid affair. Although, he was starting to suspect that she was never going to leave Daryl like she had promised...
"I will! I am," Nathan promised her, reaching for her finger and pressing it against his chest. The heat in his gaze promised retribution.
Their love play was interrupted when a steady stream of water gushed down her legs, puddling on the mattress.
Daryl leapt into action. "Get dressed. I'll take you to the hospital!"
Nathan shot her a quizzical stare, patting her leg. "Don't worry, you'll be okay. I've got this," he assured her.
Daryl was starting to feel like he didn't know her at all...
"This is the hospital, we're calling to inform you that your wife has checked in..."
A nurse walked into the room hesitantly. "Would your wife care for some ice chips?"
Nathan straightened, pulling away from Raven as he started to correct the nurse, "Oh, no, I'm just a friend..." he managed to say before Raven gripped his hand and hollered that he was ten times the man as her weak husband.
The nurse began to look very uncomfortable as she back-pedaled out of the room.
"I could kill him for making me go through this!" Raven ranted between breaths. "Miserable, no-good, son-of-a-...."
"Good evening, it looks like we'll be having a baby soon!" the doctor said brightly as he walked into the room. "Good news, the front desk called your husband to let him know you checked in. He should be here shortly!" Glancing up from his clipboard, he noticed the body language between the couple in the room. He cleared his throat with disapproval, causing Nathan to stand up and begin to pace, raking his hair back with his hand.
"I... I'll just be going..." Nathan said, staring at Raven's hand clasped tightly in Daryl's.
Raven groaned. "No, don't go!" she pleaded, rolling onto her side and tugging her hand from her husband's grip.
Nathan attempted to smile. "It's a good thing I ran into you at the massage parlor so I could give you a ride to the hospital," he said tightly. He hesitated a moment, as though he wanted to say more, but lamely finishing with a "Good luck" before he strode from the room, letting the door slam behind him.
Daryl stared at the closed door, then back to his wife, who was now avoiding looking at him.
Pyro Knight-Fell... what kind of name was that?