Free Chase the Moon: A Historical Romance by Lynn Hubbard

safe.
    Brock was unusually quite when he undressed and slipped into the sheets. A bit concerned Sabrina slid in next to him.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing’s wrong, why?”
    “Thomas is here.” She hinted her body aching for him.
    “Thomas is asleep, we can talk tomorrow.” He turned gathering her in his arms as they drifted off to sleep.
     
    It broke his heart hearing her sigh in frustration. But he couldn’t risk it. He could wait. Sometime later he was awakened by her thrashing. The nightmares had returned, almost as bad as they had originally. Holding her tightly and whispering in her ear she soon calmed and slipped into a fitful sleep.
     
    She awoke before dawn. Looking out the window she could see the sun’s rays peeking out over the horizon.
    Hoping out of bed she went to get dressed and freshen up. On the way back to her room she hesitated for an instance before knocking on Thomas’ door. She waited impatiently until his tousled blonde head appeared as he opened it a crack.
    Sabrina couldn’t help but smile seeing the always perfect Thomas a bit unkept. She was sure Jaelyn was the cause.
    “You have to talk to Brock he is driving me crazy.” She whispered loudly.
    Thomas batted his eyes trying to banish away sleep. It gave him an owl-like resemblance. “Sure I’ll be glad to talk to him later.”
    “Now.”
    “Now?” Thomas cried as Sabrina grabbed his arm and dragged him down the hallway to her room.
    Pushing him in and slamming the door behind her, the noise causing Brock to sit up with a jolt. His taunt chest was exposed in the process and Sabrina couldn’t help admiring the view as she turned to address him.
    “I ran into Thomas this morning in the hallway and he said he had plenty of time to talk.” Sabrina said plopping down next to Brock on the edge of the bed after shooing Thomas in his dressing gown towards the rocker in the corner. Brock eyed her cheery explanation skeptically but did not question her.
    “Um…sure. What questions did you have?”
    “Brock has been very… reserved lately.”
    “I am concerned about Sabrina and our child’s safety. I feel she needs more rest .” Brock stated.
    “If I had any more rest I would be in a coma Lets not beat the devil around the stump. I want to be with Brock, in the biblical sense, and he’s worried he’ll hurt me or the baby. I need you to tell him it’s alright.”
    Thomas blinked again in surprise before eyeing the stoic Brock.
    “Um.” Was the only word Thomas managed to get out before turning rather red. Receiving angry glares from both Sabrina and Brock he did the only thing he could do. Pass the buck.
    “Perhaps you should wait until my father arrives and speak with him. I’m sure he is much more experienced in…these matters.”
    Sabrina sat dumbfounded. She could not believe that Thomas was taking his side! Outnumbered, she left the room to find someone sensible.
    Stepping into Amelia’s room was like stepping back into a time when she was young and innocent, a time before she knew that monsters were real. Sitting on the bed and shaking her cousin awake increased her sense of déjàvu.
    Amelia sat up still rather sleepily, she frowned at the disturbance; she had been having a lovely dream. “Why are you up so early? I figured you would still be in bed.”
    “Couldn’t sleep.”
    “There are other things to do in bed besides sleep. Especially when you have a handsome man like Brock to keep you company.”
    Sabrina growled. “Brock is the problem. Ever since he found out I’m gonna have a baby he stopped um...well you know. At first it wasn’t a problem, since I was sick I didn’t feel like it anyway. Now that I do feel like it, he won’t touch me.”
    Amelia frowned. “He’s not affectionate?”
    “Oh no he’s even more doting than usual, but he won’t um...”
    “Do the deed?” Amelia supplied.
    “Yes! It’s not that he can’t, he just won’t.”
    “Have you tried, um… getting him