Far From Destined: A Promise Me Novel by Carrie Ann Ryan

Author:Carrie Ann Ryan [Ryan, Carrie Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 11

Dakota

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Strong arms wrapped around me as I slowly pulled myself from sleep, my brain foggy as I tried to figure out where I was. A mewling sound came from my side, and then there was a rustling and a low voice that wasn’t too much of a whisper.

My eyes shot open, and I realized that I was on the floor of the laundry room, practically sprawled on top of Macon while Joshua knelt next to the box where the mama cat and her babies slept.

Though from the adorable little squeaks coming from the box, the babies weren’t sleeping too well and were likely hungry.

I scrambled off, thankful that Joshua’s back was to me. Had he seen me sleeping on Macon like that? Again? This was the second time I had woken up clinging to Macon as if he were the last piece of chocolate in the world. And we hadn’t even had sex. Yet.

I didn’t know why I added that word. Maybe because I wanted him?

No, I couldn’t want him. Because if I did, we’d only end up hurting each other in the end. I had too many responsibilities, too many fears to want him. And yet, I knew I did.

I didn’t have time to worry about my feelings or needs because my son and five little furry lives needed me. All of me.

“How’s mama cat doing?” Macon asked from behind me, and I nearly fell over, not realizing he was awake. I should have. I should have noticed that he was moving, the heat of him behind me, but I had been doing my best to ignore it. Just like I had been doing my best to ignore a lot of things when it came to Macon.

“She’s awake, and the babies are eating,” Joshua said, his voice hoarse as he rubbed his eyes. “They make really cute sounds when they’re eating.” He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled that sleepy, dreamy smile that he got when he first woke up. “Did I make those sounds when I ate?” Joshua asked, and I held back a groan. My son was so inquisitive and always asked whatever was on his mind. Even if it wasn’t the best question for a six-year-old.

“You still make gobbling noises when you eat your oatmeal in the morning,” I told him with a straight face. I just hoped he took the bait and didn’t ask me about where babies came from or something.

“I do like oatmeal.” Joshua started snorting like a pig, and I held back a laugh.

Macon knelt by the box as he checked on the mama cat and then made sure all the babies were eating okay. “She has some water, but we’re going to make sure she has whatever she needs since we don’t have a lot of food and litter here. I’ll take her and the family into the office today.”

“That sounds like a great plan,” I said, wondering exactly how I’d found myself in this position.

“Are they going to come back?” Joshua asked.

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