Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 350

Abby

I always hated the color yellow. To me, it was like the color of a lukewarm stick of butter or jaundice.

But everything changed when I was trying to pick out my wedding bouquet.

“Dammit. I really had my heart set on those lilies,” I said with a huff. “Now what am I supposed to pick?”

“What about roses?” Chloe asked.

I shook my head. “No. Too cliche.”

“White tulips?” Leah suggested.

“Hmm…” I bit my lip. “Nah. I’m not a fan of tulips.”

“What about daffodils?” Elsie, who was leaning on the kitchen counter, peered over at me. I raised an eyebrow as I turned to her.

“Daffodils?”

“Yeah,” she said. She reached into a nearby bouquet in a vase and pulled one out. The different shades of yellow seemed to catch the sunlight streaming in through the big bay windows. “Aren’t they pretty?”

I frowned a bit as I crossed the room and took the flower out of her hand. I looked at it for a few moments, but just wasn’t feeling it. “I just don’t like yellow,” I said softly before handing it back. “Sorry.”

Elsie shot me a quizzical look. “Who doesn’t like yellow?” she teased. “It’s the color of happiness.”

“Happiness? More like melted butter.”

Chloe and Leah snorted behind me. But Elsie, headstrong as always, grabbed my hand and led me over to the window. She stuck the daffodil into the shaft of sunlight and forced me to look. Really look.

“Look at how the yellow catches the light,” she said as she turned the flower this way and that. “And the different layers of the petals, how it almost looks like a little trumpet. The folds in the petals, too. Like a fan.”

I squinted a bit as I looked at the flower. Maybe Elsie was right. It had depth, texture. It was kind of pretty.

“Hm.” I took the flower back and held it up so that the light shined through the petals. From here, I could see the little veins running along the inside of the petals, the way that it wasn’t just yellow; it was white, and pale pink, and sky blue all at once.

It was… beautiful.

I felt a slight blush creep into my cheeks as I realized that Elsie was right; but still, I wasn’t so sure about daffodils for my wedding bouquet. After all—

Suddenly as I lowered the flower, I saw him: Karl. Walking across the back lawn as if he had just sprouted from the flower itself, oblivious to my staring. The sun caught his dark hair, illuminating the streaks of blond bleached by the sun. Yellow.

And in that moment, everything changed.

“Huh,” I muttered. “Daffodils. Daffodils…”

I still hated the color yellow after that. But daffodils? Daffodils were the color of happiness.

…

I roll over in bed, clutching my stomach with a groan.

“Idiot,” I mutter under my breath. “Can’t believe I let Damon walk away with that pregnancy test last night.”

“An honest accident on both your parts,” my wolf says gently.

“Yeah. I guess so.”

With some effort, I manage to get up into a seated position in the bed, my hair still tousled from a night of tossing and turning. Last night, after I got back to my room, I realized that I had gotten so caught up in my conversation with Damon that I forgot to take the pregnancy test from him.

Now, I have to decide whether it’s worth the embarrassment to go and ask for it back in broad daylight or if I should just sneak out again later tonight.

But I feel like shit. I’ve already thrown up once this morning, and there’s nothing left in my stomach. I feel like I’ve lost weight and I’m pale; I need to get this test over with before I go to the doctor.

Finally, I manage to slide out of bed and slip into some casual clothes: a warm sweater and leggings, just to get through the morning. Thankfully, when I head out into the main area, all of the others are still asleep.

Hopefully I can get my test back and return before anyone notices.

After what feels like an eternity later, after navigating the maze of hallways, I find myself outside of Damon’s study again. I raise my hand and knock on the door, and a voice calls out.

“Come in.”

I crack the door open to see Damon sitting behind his desk with a newspaper unfolded in his lap. He looks up at me over the top of a pair of wire-rimmed glasses; his face lights up almost immediately.

“Abby! Good morning,” he says, folding the newspaper up and setting it on the desk. “Come in, come in.”

“Morning, Damon,” I say as I step into the room.

Damon rises from his chair as I approach. “Do you need something?” he asks. “It’s a bit early—”

“This is embarrassing.” I can’t help but chuckle nervously, running my hand across the back of my neck. “But you accidentally took my pregnancy test with you last night.”

Damon stares at me for a moment, confused, and then his eyes light up with recognition. “Oh! How silly of me,” he says. He turns back toward his desk and begins opening drawers, muttering to himself. “Let’s see… Ah! Here it is.”

He holds the paper bag out to me. I take it gratefully and tuck it under my arm.

“I must have mixed it up with the book I was holding,” he says with a laugh as he sinks back down into the chair. “I’m so sorry about that.”

“No worries.” I offer him a slight smile. There’s a brief silence between us, but only for a moment before he fills it again and nods toward the paper bag.

“You’re planning on taking it this morning?” he asks.

I nod, my cheeks reddening a bit. “Yeah, I was planning on it.”

He regards me as he leans back in his chair. “You do look a bit pale. Regardless of the results, I hope you do visit a doctor. I could have my personal doctor make a house call if that would be more convenient for you.”

Once again, Damon’s overwhelming kindness leaves me taken aback. I blink for a moment, surprised, before I answer. “Oh, that won’t be necessa—”

“Nonsense.” Damon waves my words away with his hand and shoots me a charming smile. “It’s the least I can do. Besides, my doctor is the best of the best. He can visit you discreetly in my private quarters; no one will need to know if you don’t want them to.”

I nod, feeling slightly relieved. I don’t really want to worry my friends, nor am I in the mood to reveal a pregnancy if that is indeed the case.

But it’s not the case. I still refuse to believe it, even though I’m on the fourth day of what could easily be classified as morning sickness.

“Well, thank you again, Damon,” I said, holding the bag up with one hand while I point toward the door with the other. “I should, um…”

“Of course.” Damon nods politely and gestures toward the door. “And good luck.”

“Thanks.”

With another slight smile, I turn back to head toward the door. But something catches my eye on the corner of my desk, and I stop. My gaze lands on a vase of flowers sitting there in the sunlight—not just any flowers, though.

“Are those daffodils?” I ask, reaching out instinctively as I take a step toward the flowers.

Damon smiles broadly and stands, circling around the desk. “Indeed they are,” he says. “You like daffodils? I always try to have a vase of them on my desk. They’re my favorite.”

I nod slowly. “I do,” I manage around the knot that’s beginning to grow in my throat. Seeing daffodils like this, sitting in the beam of sunlight streaming in through the window…

It makes hot tears begin to prick at the backs of my eyes.

“They’re my favorite, too, actually,” I manage.

Damon looks at me for a moment—his eyebrows seem to soften—and then, without hesitation, he plucks one of the delicate little flowers out of the vase and holds it out to me. “Here,” he says gently. “Take one.”

“Oh, I couldn’t—”

“Please. For your trouble.” Damon holds the flower out a little further.

I can’t help myself. I take the flower, feeling how our fingers brush as he hands it to me. The sensation sends a jolt through me, and for a moment, I’m transported back—back in time, back to my wedding day.

Back to the way when Karl plucked a daffodil from my bouquet and said, “I’m going to plant these all around our house. Just for you.”

Tears mist over my eyes. I glance upwards, almost expecting to see Karl there…

But he’s not.

“Are you alright, Abby?” Damon cocks his head as he looks at me with a concerned expression in his eyes.

I manage a nod and turn away before the tears can spill out. Before he can see me… like this.

“Yes, I’m alright,” I whisper. “Thank you for the daffodil.”