The couch made my back hurt overnight, but she got the point. Seven years older or not, things were going to change.
“Get up; we’ve got some decisions to make.”
Apparently, the argument wasn’t over.
“It’s six o’clock in the morning. It can wait.”
“No, it can’t. Every decision I make involves our family. So get your ass up off the couch. After all, you’ve been a shifter for well over a week now. So you should be capable of making decisions about our family and the lives of shifters you barely know. And the dynamics of tribal politics should be a breeze for someone with your fortitude and knowledge. I don’t know what I was thinking when I made those DECISIONS without you.”
“You knew what I meant yesterday, so come down off your high horse. I get it; I’m not there yet as a shifter. But I’m going to be your husband and the father of our child. So a little respect on your end isn’t too much to ask.”
I waited for a reply, but she stumbled over her words.
“You’re––well, I guess.” The phone saved her from having to say more.
“I’ll send him over after we eat.”
Hanging up, she turned, arms crossed. “Looks like your man brain is needed after all. Decker wants help with Kate’s therapy.”
Karen’s loss of words was short-lived. After breakfast, she smiled and led me to the front door, where she said, “Don’t work too hard today. I’ll be sure to clean the house and have dinner ready when you get home.”
Her sarcasm was not lost on me as I drove off in her old pickup truck. Looking back through the mirror, I saw her blow a kiss, and I could not help thinking I should have kept my big fat mouth shut.
Shift is an online work of fiction.
This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter nine.
Timothy French 