“That’s not true,” Claybourne whispered.
“It’s my first Christmas out of that cage. For years I didn’t get to have Christmas. I wanted this to be special. I wanted to be special to you. I can’t do this anymore.” Felix wept and threw up again.
“Felix, just open the door, baby, let me check on you please.” Claybourne pounded on the door.
Exhausted, Felix realized he was losing track of time, he was only catching bits and pieces of what Claybourne was saying.
When the pounding on the door turned into a full-out attack Felix shifted into a two-thousand-pound walrus and lay against the door.
Bah fucking humbug!
“Felix, come on buddy, shift back and open the door.”
Felix opened his eyes and looked down. He remembered what had led to him shifting and he felt his heart break.
“Felix, you’re scaring me to death. Open the door.”
Felix realized that it was Sebastian calling out to him, not Claybourne. Shifting back, he struggled to get up. He grabbed a towel from under the cabinet and knotted it around his waist. His clothes lay in tatters around him. He opened the door and peeked out. Sebastian pushed the door open, cracking him in the forehead and squeezing inside before closing the door again.
“What happened? Claybourne called me losing his damn mind. He said that you were sick and wouldn’t open the bathroom door. I’ve never seen that man lose his composure the way he did when he couldn’t get to you, not even when y’all were racing to find a cure to the virus. He is absolutely frantic. Kent and Liam had to get him to shift and go for a run.” Sebastian sat down on the toilet seat.
“He’s probably just concerned because he’s a doctor and it would look bad if I died in his bathroom or something,” Felix said, hopping up on the counter.
“Die! Who said anything about dying? What in the hell is going on?” Sebastian said, panic edging into his voice.
“Calm down, Papa Smurf, I’m fine. He got me so upset I tossed my candy-laden cookies into the toilet. I probably passed out due to stress and due to the fact that I’d been up for over twenty-four hours when he decided to get all pissy.” Felix relaxed against the mirror.
“You’re fine though, right? You’re not pregnant?” Sebastian asked.
Felix shook his head. “Things have been so rocky lately I haven’t even brought it up.”
“What do you mean he got pissy? Because according to him, he was a complete and utter insensitive ass and you were leaving him.”
“Leaving him?” Felix sat straight up, struggling to remember what he had said.
I can’t do this anymore.
“Oh fuck, I may have said something like that. But, I didn’t mean it that way. All I wanted was to enjoy Christmas with my mate. How did things go so wrong?”
“How was he an insensitive ass?”
“He told me to take down all of the Christmas decorations, that they were gaudy and tacky.” Felix wiped away his tears.
“Tacky! There’s no way Rian would buy anything that was tacky!”
“I know right!”
“What else?”
“That was pretty much it. Oh, and I created more work for him since I don’t clean around here and all the Christmas stuff would make it harder for him to keep the house picked up.”
“He’s right.”
“What?”
“He was an insensitive ass.”
“I just wish he would have just talked to me about it, like an adult. He just ordered me around and belittled me like a child,” Felix complained.
