Babel Novel
Chapter 320
Christof’s hand played in the hair at the back of my neck for a few minutes.
“Absolutely not,” Damien said with authority. “Nu-reeh was quite clear about that.”
Christof sighed and removed his hand dragging it down my arm first. I looked at him quizzically.
“There are better ways to spend an evening,” he said grinning.
“I bet,” I whispered and leaned toward him to kiss his Lips.
What started as a light peck turned into a deep kiss. Christof almost pulled me off my chair he was so enthusiastic. Damien interrupted as Christof’s hand smoothed over a breast. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.
“No, no, no Brother, do you have a death wish? Leave Ciara alone. We cannot touch her,” Damien sounded frustrated.
“Why?” I purred rubbing my hand against Christof’s thigh.
“Hannah is asleep. She won’t wake up for a while.”
“Because Nu-reeh doesn’t want another child from you,” Damien said sharply.
“She can’t find us doing that. We would all earn punishment for that.”
That killed my burgeoning sexual desire. I definitely did not want another child. Surviving the loss of Hannah was going to kill me. I couldn’t imagine having to go through that a second time.
“Your play Bane,” I said straightening up in my chair.
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I cleaned the apartment in the mornings, but it never took long. Hannah played with her toys while I worked, but she started to get more and more restless with each day. Our Little set of rooms made her anxious; she wanted to be outside. It became torture for her to wait for me to go out with her.
She was growing and changing quickly. By her fifth moon, her talons had finally started to lengthen and Nu-reeh had her dip them when they were just long enough. Now she was well suited to be outside and exploring. It was where she really wanted to be.
I always went with her when she went outside, in a fashion. I would find a place to sit in the sun and knit at whatever exit she chose. Originally, she stayed in my sight line, but more often now she just disappeared. Her hunger was the only thing that brought her back at regular intervals.
“Mama,” she said watching the door early one morning, “can I go outside while you finish?”
She was growing and her needs were changing. I swallowed the Lump in my throat and told her to enjoy herself.
“You get too cold outside, Mama. I can just come back here when I get hungry,” she offered politely.
“Go, Baby,” I smiled, “come back when you need to. I’LL be here.”
She was off in a flash.
I cleaned the bathroom like I was trying to take the stone off the walls. My hands got raw and I scrapped the flesh off my fingertips. It burned and stung, but no more than the pain I felt inside.