chapter 45

Ezra It is early morning when I finally walk in the door after patrol duty. So ungodly early, it’s too soon for the first cup of coffee and too late to try to catch up on some sleep. The sun is literally just coming up. I close the door as quietly as possible and scan my surroundings, just to make sure my arrival doesn’t wake anyone. The last thing I want to do is set Kat off again, there's been an underlying river of tension with her lately. It's almost like her first time in heat where she'd constantly bite my head off for any little thing. As slowly as ever, probably only a tad bit faster than a sloth, I reach down to tug my shoes off and place them by the door. I head for the showers on the bottom floor, desperate for a chance to wash away the intense exhaustion and soreness of my muscles. It has been a few weeks since the twins were born, and we are all dead on our feet, functioning on autopilot. Our days are blurring into one long, never-ending one. Mateo barely leaves the house,