Disclaimer: I do not own these characters they belong to James Patterson.
I watched Fang back up, confusion and shock clear on his face, but not anger. I was relieved when he finally calmed enough to ingest it all, looking at Lily curiously as she slept.
"You should come back with me," He spoke, his voice no more than a whisper, whether because of what he was saying or because of the sleeping angel in my arms, I would never know.
"No," I said, plain and simple, that was it, I wasn't going anywhere with him. I know it was stupid, his explanation made sense but he had still hurt me and it still didn't explain why he had gotten so distant after we had slept together.
"And why not Max? Because I hurt you, or is it something else, someone else?" He asked, his appearance back to the impassive phase it normally was.
"What does it matter to you? It's none of your business, anyway." I dodged his question, of course there wasn't someone else, not when I still loved the beautiful boy in front of me.
"Damn it, Max!" He sighed, "At the very least come for a little while, to let me spend some time with Lily."
I held Lily to me tightly, not wanting to let go, "No."
"Max," He shook his head, "You know you can't keep her from me, she's my daughter, too."
This time I shook my head, I was afraid of losing her, she was the only connection with Fang I had left, even though he was here standing in front of me, trying to make me see reason and come back.
"Max, I'm not going anywhere, not until we come to an agreement." He sighed, again and for the first time I noticed how weary he looked, barely noticeable bags sat under his eyes and his eyes, I looked away.
His eyes were exhausted, but filled with determination and something I didn't want to name. To his statement I nodded, even if I was mad at him I couldn't handle seeing him in such an exhausted state and, against my better judgment, told him he could stay here for this one night and asked if he had any extra clothes.
When he left to get his duffle bag from the car he rented, I had no idea why he did but anyway, I shuffled closer to the living room and set to heating a bottle for Lily. She would be up soon, she always was around this time, and I knew today would be no different.
Fang came back with his duffle bag, drenched in water. I hadn't realized until then that it was raining and I had to refrain from going over to him and running my fingers through his dark locks of hair.
I told him he could stay in Lily's room, I hadn't moved her crib in there yet and there was still the regular bed. Fang went into the room to set his stuff down and dry off, so I left for the kitchen to retrieve Lily's bottle.
I sat the bottle on the table and put Lily in her little swing, turning it on slow. She was waking up, so I needed to hurry to the bathroom and back.
"I'll be right back," I told Fang and took off to the restroom that was just down the hall.
I heard Lily whimper and hurried from the bathroom, wiping my wet hands on a towel. Surprisingly, she hadn't started crying yet, like she usually does and I figured out why when I stepped back into the living room.
Fang was holding his small daughter delicately, as if he was afraid of hurting her, which he probably was. He was rocking her slowly, allowing her to greedily suckle on the bottle of milk I had warmed.
I walked over to the couch and sat down beside him, my heart swelling enough to clog my throat. "You're a natural,"
He shrugged, feigning indifference, but I knew he was happy, I could see it in his eyes. I watched them, thinking that maybe this night wouldn't be so bad and that tomorrow I could face reality and whatever else Fang would have to say.