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

unsurprised but horrified to find it empty. Charging out into the main living

be found. Next I search the

and stairwell, as well as

building lobby. After all is said and done one thing is abundantly, terribly clear: they’re

Jane just in case. Maybe she came home in the few minutes I

was showering.

greet her calmly, trying

okay?” She asks

but I don’t know why she sounds so on edge-

own energy. Still,

was hiding my anxiety better than

that.

pups?” I inquire

She replies hesitantly, “I thought -”

say this but I’m afraid the pups might have run away.” I admit, interrupting her in my urgency. They were napping and I jumped in the shower, and when I came out they were

aren’t here.”

doesn’t sound worried at all,

looked -”

she interrupts in a soothing

((

has them. He took them to the science

museum.”

to rage, “Jane you scare the hell out of me, why didn’t you tell

me?”

them up without talking to you!” She defends herself, “or

them to pre-school because of all the media, we should have discussed sending them out

they were just gone, Jane. No note,

nothing.”

“You’re right. We should have talked about it,

insist, “this is unacceptable.”

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

different.” I insist, “I won’t let him get the best of me, and the pups will keep us both on

think maybe I

put.” I

in a few hours later, I’m still fuming. Paisley runs over to me immediately, climbing into my lap even as the other children collapse in a puppy pile in

praise, “so you had fun with uncle

myself to be disappointed she had a good day.

too, angel.” I agree, “why don’t you go play with

going to

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