The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 87 – Eric Tells a Lie

Ethan

I don’t remember leaving the bar last night,

but somehow I managed to get home and

into bed.

Of course, I don’t need to remember to feel

the horrible after effects of my foolish

behavior. My beta, Matthew, tried to convince me to leave when I started feeling the effects of pouring half a bottle of scotch into an oversized tumbler and calling it a ”

little drink’, but I wasn’t in the mood to

listen. One little drink became three, and

before long I succeeded in reaching blissful

oblivion – though it doesn’t feel even a little

bit blissful now. Part of me feels ashamed of

setting such a horrible example for my pups, but the other part simply reminds me that I’m not going to have pups for much longer.

Glancing at the clock, I can see it’s already 9am, which means I’m officially late for

work. Sitting up in bed, the room begins to spin violently, and all of a sudden working from home seems like the only way I’m going to get anything done today.

When I finally emerge from my bedroom, our babysitter Sadie is already playing with the pups in the living room. Only Paisley greets me good morning, and I try not to let getting the cold shoulder from the other pups’ affect me, but who am I kidding? Only a parent without a heart wouldn’t be bothered by this.

Whether they’re willing to talk to me or not, Sadie shouldn’t have to stay here all day if I’m present, so I send her home and go about setting up a work station for myself in the kitchen. The morning is quiet and admittedly rather unproductive, since I can’t focus on anything but the children silently despising me in the living room. However, by lunch I’m almost feeling human again.

By the time the pups’ afternoon nap rolls around, I’m desperate for a shower, and

immediately retreat to the warm steam ast

soon as they’re down for the count. However when I emerge, the house seems oddly quiet. It takes me a moment to realize why. As

distant and soft as the sounds of their

slumbering breaths and beating hearts are, my keen senses have become completely

the muted tunes

burst into the pups’ bedrooms, unsurprised but horrified to find it empty. Charging out into the main living area, I scan every

found. Next I search the

and stairwell, as well

and done one thing is abundantly, terribly

decide to check with Jane just in case. Maybe she came home in the

was showering.

I greet her calmly, trying

everything okay?”

to stay home, but I don’t know why she

feeding off my own energy. Still,

hiding my anxiety better

that.

the pups?” I

She replies hesitantly, “I thought -”

my urgency. They

aren’t here.”

worried at all,

I’ve looked

in a

((

has them. He took them to the

museum.”

you serious?” I demand, my fear quickly transforming to rage, “Jane you scare the hell out of me, why didn’t you tell

me?”

up without talking to you!” She defends herself,

agreed to stop sending them to pre-school because of all the media, we should have discussed sending them out in full view of them without one of us being present. And second, you know

gone, Jane. No note, no

nothing.”

We should have talked about it, and Eric shouldn’t have

I insist, “this is unacceptable.”

hedges, “or have you forgotten how well things went the last time

get the best of

think maybe I should come home.”

I

over to me immediately, climbing into my lap even as the other children collapse in a puppy pile in the living room. “Daddy! It was so cool! I put my hand on

“so you had fun with uncle Eric?”

also can’t bring myself to be disappointed she had a good day. “It was fun.” She confirms, leaning close and loudly whispering, “but I

“why don’t you go play with your brothers

me warily, “You not going

promise to Jane than I’d like to admit. The moment I saw the other man walk in, my temper pulled taught, at