The King's Pet (M-Preg)

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C H A P T E R 45

HAYDEN

Today felt like a cold and miserable day. The mists were dull, protecting the sun that would bring warmth; however, rather, it was light downpour tumbling from the sky, giving a discouraging inclination within me. The disposition currently was anything but a positive sentiment, however, I needed to acknowledge that they were no more.

Taking in my environmental factors, I gaze at every individual who was lamenting, taking at the time of a daily existence that left too early. Everybody in the stronghold didn't take the passing quite well, and it got to the meaningful part where nobody didn't even want to work. I comprehended the torment that somebody they admire that gave so much insight, and upbeat inclination to others was gone.

Restricting my body with a dark coat that I was wearing, I wipe my eyes as I gaze at the casket adorned with blossoms. I gaze at the blossoms, then back up to meet with Mr. Vogal, who was gazing at me from far off. I shook my head, feeling my stomach contort, and it's not from my babies.

I feel like he was the explanation behind this demise, and the shot was intended for me. On the off chance that Everest didn't push me out the way, I might have been the individual that passed on, not them. He spared my life.

He discovered Papa and Hailey and carried them to me. I just realized he was an alternate individual, not the Everest I used to be frightened of or have bad dreams. He actually has somethings that he's experiencing, yet I don't anticipate that he should change. He's as yet the difficult, hot-headed Everest I know and perhaps love.

Hacking on another cry, I felt somebody folded their arms over me. Realizing it was Papa, I lay my head on his shoulder. "It's alright, baby. They are in a better place right now." He says, and I shook my head no, lifting my head from his shoulder.

"I don't have the foggiest idea, Papa. It's occurred in a squint of an eye to realize what was happening. I feel like that the bullet was intended for me. I ought to have been the one in that coffin!" Papa takes a gander at me with bitterness in his eyes, putting my hands into his. The glow of his hands felt such solace that made me quiet down somewhat, although a lot of presumptions were hustling through my psyche.

"Look, Hayden," Papa starts through an unsteady voice. "I just got you back, and I'll be damned to lose you again or even observe you in that coffin. It's hard enough I let these insane people remove you from your family, from me at that. I'll die for my children, and you know that. I shed a ton of tears, took a few beatings, and scrape up all the cash I had spared to be on the following plane to be here with you."