Chapter 5-3

Mikko eyed the gun as he walked over. He lay down so that Cass was in between us. "Can you put that away?" He glanced at the gun and scrunched his nose. "The silver is very strong." I put it back in the drawer and closed it. The drawer was insulated and snug, so it blocked the silver smell. As long as Mikko was around, I wouldn't need the gun. "Why is it out?" He asked gently as he flattened out Cass' messy hair. "Because I won't be threatened around my kids." I kept my voice down to insure that Cass wouldn't wake up. Mikko smirked, but didn't look away from his daughter. "Megan is throwing a fit. She says you assaulted her." Big baby can't even keep her mouth shut, I thought angrily to myself. With a sigh, I nodded. "I wouldn't have had to if she had kept her mouth shut," I muttered unhappily. He smiled when he looked up at me. "No need to get defensive. You're only violent when you have to be." He kept his eyes on mine as he moved his hand to my belly. "Just be careful. I don't want