Keela giggled, “Maybe he gets off on your bickerin’. Have you ever thought of that?”
No, because that was a stupid idea.
“Please, he can’t stand me just as much as I can’t stand him. We’re happily in hate, Keela.”
She laughed and shook her head. “You’re both crazy.”
“I know I’m crazy,” I stated. “Only a crazy woman would put up with his hormonal arse. I’m tellin’ you the woman who ends up with him will have to have the patience of a bloody saint.”
“I can fucking hear you, big mouth!” Kane roared down the stairs as he descended them.
I growled and in a low voice, I said to Keela, “I’ll kill him before his diabetes does.”
She silently laughed and looked at Kane when he stepped off the last step of the stairs.
“What’s so funny?” Kane asked her.
“Nothin’,” she replied and wiped tears from her eyes.
I narrowed my eyes at Kane. “What time do you call this?”
He glanced at the clock on the wall behind me and said, “Two thirty in the afternoon.”
“I call it lazy bastard o’clock,” I hissed.
Keela reached out and held onto me as her silent laughter upgraded to audible wheezing.
“Sorry, Mom. Was I supposed to be up before noon for something?” Kane asked, snickering.
I glared. “You know good and well I had to give you your injection at eight this mornin’. I stopped in on my way to work and you wouldn’t open the door. Don’t feed me your bullshit about not hearin’ me either. I heard you laugh when I was threatenin’ you.”
He smirked but didn’t deny the charges.
“You’re unbelievable,” I growled. “Do you want to fall ill? Because not takin’ your insulin will result in you being unwell—no one else—just you.”
Kane continued to smirk. “Maybe I enjoy self-inflicted pain.”
“Keep talkin’,” I warned him, “and I’ll inflict all kinds of fuckin’ pain on you.”
“Is that a promise, babydoll?” he asked and made kiss noises.
I screeched and slapped at Keela’s shoulder. “Do you see? Do you see what I’ve to put up with? A fuckin’ man-child!”
“I’m all man, baby. You see my cock enough to know that,” Kane snickered, again.
Keela paused mid-way through her fit of laughter to stare at me with a what-the-fuck wide-eyed stare.
I growled, “By that, he means he mostly goes commando when I have to give him his injection on his thigh and forces me to look at his penis.”
Keela walked over to Kane and high-fived the arsehole. “That’s brilliant.”
Brilliant?
“Whose bloody side are you on?” I demanded of Keela.
“The side of love.”
Of love?
“What?” I snapped.
She was still laughing as she turned and walked towards the hall door, not answering me or even saying goodbye. I turned and stared at her back.
“Where the hell are you off to?” I angrily asked.
Keela lifted her hand and waved without turning around. “Me first therapist appointment is in half an hour. I need to leave here; otherwise, I’ll pass out from laughin’. Laters.”
I huffed, “Right. Good luck, you’ll do great.”
“I second that,” Kane said from behind me. “See you later, darling.”
“Be good. Both of you,” Keela shouted, then laughed as she closed the front door behind her.
“No promises,” Kane answered.
I turned to face him and glared so hard I hurt my face.
“Kitchen. Now,” I snarled and brushed past his large body as I walked down the hallway and into the empty kitchen. I glanced around the room and frowned. I knew Branna was at work because she had horribly long shifts from Monday to Friday this month, but I had no clue where Ryder was.
“Where is Ryder?” I asked.
Kane shrugged his shoulders. “I just walked down the stairs, how should I know where he is?”
The attitude!
“You need to perk up and stop being such a cheeky prick. I’m gettin’ fed up with you being so rude and snippy with me. I’m here to help you, not receive your dick tantrums,” I said as I stretched up and grabbed his insulin kit from the middle shelf in the cabinet above the toaster. I also grabbed the pouch that contained his glucose meter. I needed that to check his blood sugar levels before I injected any insulin.
“Take the damn pregnancy test and I won’t act like such a fucking dick to you.”
I froze then turned around.
I managed to go the entire day without thinking about that situation.
“Is that what this is about?” I asked. “You make it hell for me to get your insulin into you, you act like the mother of all fuckers, and all because I haven’t taken a pregnancy test yet. Are you bloody serious?”
Kane shot forward and got in my personal space. He glared down at me as I pressed back into the kitchen counter. I held his stare, but my nerve was slipping with each passing second because when Kane was mad, he looked terrifying.
“Yes,” he growled. “That is exactly why I’m behaving this way. I want to know if you’re pregnant. I’m done waiting.”
I was done waiting too, but fear stopped me from taking a test. I put it off every chance I got. I barely plucked up the courage to check Ryder and Branna’s bathroom for the test I previously took, but it was gone, and I was too scared to ask if someone found it.