All Chapters of Fight like a mother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Daggy's hands were still shaking when she pushed the hospital doors open.Britty heavy in her arms being almost too big to carry anymore. Her mind was still back in that marketplace watching Dynan's face as he realized what she'd been hiding for five years.Her father's room was on the third floor and she took the stairs because waiting for the elevator felt impossible right now. Britty had stopped crying but her face was still buried against Daggy's neck, her small body trembling with leftover fear from the bad guys. Or maybe from the way Daggy had grabbed her and run like their lives depended on it. She didn't even close the shop, she hopes everything gets alright.Mitchell Johns looked up from her chair beside the hospital bed when Daggy stumbled inside, her weathered face creasing with immediate concern. "Daggy, what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost."Daggy set Britty down carefully and the little girl immediately climbed onto the empty chair in the corner, pulling h

The hotel room was too quiet when Daggy finally returned the next morning with Britty half-asleep against her shoulder. Lincoln Daggy's husband was sitting at the small desk by the window with his laptop open, his dark hair still damp from the shower and his expression focused on whatever was on the screen in front of him.He looked up when the door shut sound came and his face immediately creased with concern. "There you are, I was starting to worry. How's your dad?""Still the same," Daggy said, setting Britty down on the bed where she immediately curled up with her stuffed rabbit. Lincoln stood and crossed the room to pull her into a hug, and Daggy let herself lean into him because it was easier than dealing with talking. He'd always been good to her, patient and kind, the type of man who didn't ask too many questions about her past because he trusted her enough to believe she'd tell him what mattered."You should have called me," he said against her hair. "I would have come to

Mary Charles Hemstrong stood in the private medical facility on the edge of pack territory, tapping her manicured nails against the reception desk while the lab technician processed her request. The hair sample was sealed in a small plastic bag in her purse, collected so easily from that child it had almost been disappointing."The DNA comparison will take approximately forty-eight hours," the technician said, sliding a form across the counter for her to sign. "We'll call you as soon as the results are ready."Mary signed with a flourish and left without another word. Two days to confirm what she already suspected, what she'd seen in her husband's face when he came home rattled and distracted after running into his past, and now inviting his old mate who has a child that looks exactly like him.Two days to plan what she would do if that child turned out to be his.She drove back toward town with her mind already working through possibilities and contingencies, because Mary hadn't go