Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 77

　　Imogen’s POV

　　Days passed by and the council still hadn’t caught Bianca, I was beginning to think they weren’t even looking for her. I had hardly slept; my mind wouldn’t let me. My mind never giving me rest, fear consuming me. Not fear of her, but fear of who she could take from me. Tobias and Theo took turns going to work, swearing to remain by my side until they catch her and until I have my bloodlust under control. I fear it won’t ever be under control, the more I feed, the more I want. My hunger insatiable and my darkness ever consuming.

　　Moving back to my position at the bedroom window, I watch the night pass, time goes by quickly and sometimes I find myself trapped in my thoughts only to come around and another day has passed, my days seem to blur into one and I honestly had no idea how many days had passed since I returned here.

　　When the morning rises, Theo walks in kissing my cheek, forcing my attention to him.

　　“I need to go to work, Tobias has Thaddeus” he tells me before walking out of the room. Following him downstairs, I find the house is a mess. For people with nothing but endless time on our hands, we still can’t manage to keep the house clean. Tobias is laying on the couch with Thaddeus on his chest, his eyes closed. I walk over, leaning over the couch and kissing Thaddeus head before kissing Tobias’s lips. His eyes snap open, and I realise he had dozed off.

　　“Hey,” he whispers, not wanting to wake up the baby.

　　“I swear this kid waits until daylight to sleep, I’m so tired.” He yawns. His hair is sticking up at odd angles and he hadn’t shaved in what looked like days, his eyes also darker as he peered up at me.

　　I feel like a terrible mother, his words making me feel guilty when I realise Theo and Tobias have been pretty much doing everything, while I have a pity party, stuck in my own thoughts and too scared to hold my own son in case my bloodlust kicks in. Walking back upstairs, I find the baby wrap Tobias and Theo had been using. I then look at the contraption. I had seen them wear it multiple times yet, couldn’t work out how to put it on. Walking downstairs Tobias opens his eyes.

　　“What are you doing?” he asks, staring at the baby sling in my hands.

　　“How does it work? I feel like he will fall out of it” I tell him.

　　“You need to tighten the straps at the back,” he says. Standing up, he places Thaddeus in the bassinet next to the lounge.

　　“Come here,” he tells me, and I walk over. He tightens the straps, and it feels a lot more secure. I go to grab him out of the bassinet when Tobias touches my arm. I can see the concern in his eyes. He glances at Thaddeus, who is sleeping peacefully.

　　“You should feed first, Imogen.” I felt like he just punched me in the gut. I could feel his apprehension through the bond. He thinks I will hurt him. It hurts knowing they don’t trust me with our own son.

　　“It’s not that okay, just better to be safe. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t trust you” He blurts, when he feels my mood shift.

　　“Just feed then, I will help you get him in the sling.” I nod and he sits down on the couch before tapping his lap. I walk over and hesitate. Theo isn’t here to pull me off, if I lose control. Tobias grips my hips pulling me forward making me straddle his legs. He kisses my lips before yawning. He looks exhausted, the sleepless nights were taking a toll on him. Tobias shifts and angles his neck towards me, I kiss the side of his neck, my hand rubbing his cheek, his stubble feels rough in my palm. I feel my fangs break through my gums, and I sink my teeth into his neck. Tobias moans loudly from the endorphins in my saliva. I feel his blood flood into my mouth, stopping the burning ache in the back of my throat.

　　I feel him rub my back, his warm skin making me shiver before I pull myself back. Looking at Tobias, he looks a little buzzed, a lazy smile slipping onto his face. I climb off his lap and eventually he gets up and helps me put Thaddeus in the sling. He feels heavier, like he has put on some weight as he snuggles into the sling across my chest. I feel Tobias’s eyes on me, watching me carefully, as if he is too afraid to leave me alone with him.

　　“You good? I can stay up; I just need coffee” He mumbles out while yawning.

　　“No, go to sleep, I will be fine. You will feel it if I’m not,” I tell him, and he nods before laying down his eyes instantly closing. I look down at Thaddeus stroking his nose with my finger.

　　“Let’s clean house,” I whisper and walk into the kitchen and start stacking dishes and cleaning the benches.

　　The entire day goes quickly, and I finally haul the last load of washing inside, when I feel Thaddeus stir. Tobias was right his sleep pattern is way out of whack. He slept the entire day. I quickly make him a bottle and change his bum when I hear tyres on the dirt road.

　　“That’s daddy,” I tell Thaddeus while I feed him, waiting to hear the door open. Tobias was still asleep on the lounge when I hear, not one but two car doors shut making me get up.

　　Walking into the lounge room just in time to see Caroline helping Josiah walk into the house. I hadn’t seen or spoke to Caroline since before I had Thaddeus, Josiah I hadn’t seen in months. He collapsed into the armchair with a grunt. Tobias’s eyes flying open as he jumps to his feet. He sighs when he realises it is just his parents before locking eyes with his father. Josiah looks terrible, His suit is filthy, his hair a mess, he looks exhausted, and I noticed he had a slight limp as he walked in. He rested his head back on the chair.

　　Tobias went to say something, when his mother cut him off. “Give him a second son, let him catch his breath” She tells him. Tobias nods.

　　“I will go get him a change of clothes” He tells her before disappearing upstairs. Caroline notices me standing there and a huge grin breaks out on her face as she walks over, embracing me tightly from the side. She looks down in my arms and rubs the back of his hand.

　　“He is perfect,” she says before ducking down and smelling his little head. Thaddeus stares up at her, wondering who she is.

　　“You want to hold him,” I ask, and she immediately put her arms out and I place him in them. She then goes and sits next to Josiah, who immediately sits up a little better to see while he rubs Thaddeus tiny feet. Josiah smiles brightly, looking at his grandson.

　　“I will go put on some coffee,” I tell them walking into the kitchen. When I come back out, I hear more tyres on the road and I notice Josiah wearing a pair of track pants and a normal T-shirt. You can tell he isn’t impressed with his attire, but he looks comfy. I have only ever seen him in suits, so I found it funny with him looking like an ordinary person. The front door is thrown open and Theo steps. He hugs his mother briefly before his attention goes to his father.

　　“Oh god you’re okay,” he whispers. I knew Theo was worried about his father, but I didn’t realise to what extent. I was so caught up in everything else, I forgot to ask him how he felt about everything. I felt selfish and guilt was gnawing at me.