And we can’t scoop him up and put him in your pouch?
He sighed. It’s a matter of survival of the fittest.
Well, that’s bullshit. I wanted to hit him for being so cavalier about our son’s safety.
David, if he can’t do that on his own, it means there’s a problem, and even if we put him in my pouch, he’ll die.
Oh God.I ignored the trail of blood and slime our child left behind, concentrating fiercely on the torturous trip he was making, as if that might help him.
He made it safely to his daddy’s body, though, and began the upward crawl to his destination. Nervous sweat beaded at my temple, and I twisted my fingers together.
I felt a presence beside me and looked down to see Maggie watching with huge eyes. I drew it close, and it nestled against me carefully, as if it worried it might hurt me.