Page 20 of Beast's Wife

“It is bothering you, so it cannot be nothing.”

Now she felt silly.

“I … why did Carver marry me?” she asked, trying to find another topic to talk about.

“I believe that is something you’re going to have to talk to Carver about.”

She nodded.

“Is that it?” he asked.

“I … why doesn’t he wake me up, or allow me to see him out, or anything like that?” she asked, going against her better judgment.

This was stupid of her. She knew this. Carver had more important things to be dealing with than an immature wife.

“Why don’t you ask Carver yourself?” Andy said, and gotto his feet.

She sat back in the chair, folding her arms across her chest, and feeling every part the spoiled child. This is not what she wanted. These were not answers. She pursed her lips, and she wasn’t happy about any of this.

The coffee sat in front of her, the steam rising from the surface, and she reached for it, blowing across the top, then leaned in and took a sip. She closed her eyes and let out a soft, subtle moan. It tasted so good.

She finished her morning coffee, ate a few more pieces of sausage and bacon. This time, she didn’t go for the game room. Morgan decided to take a walk in the garden, and she stepped out to the garden without bringing a towel to clean her feet. She removed her shoes, and there had been rainfall the night before. The whole ground was wet, looking a little soggy. She stepped onto the grass and felt it slip between her toes. This didn’t upset or offend her, but in fact, made her smile. Back at home, when her parents were still alive, she would be panicking, but Carver told her not to behave like that.

It felt good to step. At first, that was all she did do, but then she couldn’t help but attempt to run, and as she did so, she slid down on her ass, slipping in the mud. This made her burst out laughing. Shoving her hands into the soggy earth beneath her, she lifted herself up and ran some more, loving the freeing feeling so much. She didn’t want it to stop. She slipped on her ass several times, and on the fifth, she laid in the mud, knowing she was going to need a bath.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

Morgan opened her eyes to find Carver leaning over. “I am.”

“You’re dirty.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “You told me I didn’t need to worry about that.”

“That was before I realized you liked playing in dirt.”

“I don’t like playing in dirt, but I have had fun today, thank you for asking.”

He held out his hand, but she didn’t take it.

“You’re upset?”

“You left,” she said.

“And?”

She growled in frustration. “Why are you always leaving?” she asked.

“My work doesn’t keep a timetable.”

She growled in frustration. She didn’t take the hand he offered, but she got to her feet and blew out a breath. “I don’t like it,” she said.

“What? My work?”

“No, uh, that you leave without giving me a chance to say goodbye.” Even to her own ears it sounded so crazy.

“You want to say goodbye to me?”

“Yes, so I know that you’ve gone, and that … I don’t know … that you are coming back.”