Lyon
Chapter 104

I can’t believe Colt told me to get away from him, what is wrong with him? He can’t really be that threatened by a helpless woman lying in a hospital bed with no memory.

It just doesn’t make sense the way he’s been acting. I don’t see the danger; Colt sees danger around every corner these days. It’s even worse than when we first met.

He’s taken over protectiveness to a whole new level. It started out on a smaller scale but right after I told him I was pregnant something changed in my husband from then.

He’s always been super protective but he amped it up a notch, like a really big notch. Then when we found out we were having a little girl he really lost it. It’s like he expects the worst at all times now.

I know part of his attitude is because of what happened to me but I’ve tried explaining to him that you can’t be that overly cautious about everything. The thing is when it comes to himself he loves taking risks; the man races his bikes at break neck speeds.

He faces down dangers that would make lesser men shake in their boots, but when it comes to his family it’s a whole other story. No matter how I try to get him to ease up and relax it just goes in one ear and out the other.

When my tummy really started showing things just got way out of control. He hardly ever left my side back then which I loved because I had my moments of fear as well.

For Colt with impending fatherhood it seems as though he started seeing the world as a cold dark place when I was finally beginning to see it as light and happy for the first time in a long time.

Having him in my life had helped heal a lot of what was wrong in it. His strength love and the way he cosseted me made things so easy that I didn’t have a care in the world. What I feel for him transcends everything else.

Every fear, every hang up, he just takes them away with his care and understanding. He really and truly makes me feel safe when just a short time ago I thought my life was never going to be whole again.

It’s like I know as long as he’s there nothing and no one can touch me. Am I taking that for granted? I’m not sure anymore it just feels wrong to me to leave that girl all alone at Xmas.

I’m the one responsible for her losing her memory and not being able to go home to her family. I have no idea how to go about finding them for her and it makes me sad.

I don’t want to piss Colt off any more than I already have but I don’t know what else to do. Since he doesn’t want her here the only thing left for me to do is try to make her holiday as comfortable as possible, but how am I supposed to do that when he won’t even let me talk to her let alone go see her?

Now he’s not talking to me and that hurts. He’s confiscated the baby too the mean jerk. I can hear the two of them out there laughing and playing. She does love her daddy he makes her light up just by entering a room.

It makes me feel good because I have that type of relationship with my dad although we spent so much time apart when I was younger. I always knew my dad loved me though and he never stopped showing me all those summers we spent together.

I don’t think my dad was as nuts as Colt is though, I feel for poor Caitlin when she grows up. That man will probably lock her up in a room somewhere so she can’t get hurt poor thing.

I knew I shouldn’t have let him watch all that true crimes crap, the shit gave him nightmares but did he stop? Oh no. He thinks I don’t know this but one of the sisters told me all about the crew running off the s*x offenders a few towns over.

I couldn’t fault him for that one, though I found it a bit out there. Now he’s acting as though I don’t want to protect our daughter as well, like I would knowingly invite danger into our home.

I don’t see things the same way he does; does that mean I’m a bad mom? If only I could shake this feeling of guilt then I could just let it go and we could get back to being happy again.

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I walked back into the living room where he was laying on the floor with the baby sitting on his chest. She had one of her little stuffed toys and was trying to feed it to him while he pretended to bite her fingers making her squeal with laughter, so cute.

“Can I play?”

“No.” He practically growled the word at me.

“Colton.” There was a little heat in my voice though I didn’t raise it. I didn’t want to startle Caitlin plus that was one of Colt’s rules; we weren’t allowed to argue in front of the baby.

He read somewhere that it scares them and can warp them somehow. I’m lucky I can even walk hard around the kid; crazy a*s. I ignored his no and knelt beside them staring down at him which he chose to ignore.

“You’re hurting my feelings.”

“Not now Kat I’m playing with Caitie bear.”

“No you’re being mean.” I felt stupid tears clog me up. I wanted to punch him in the chest until he snapped out of it. Why is he crazy right now?

“Kat we’re not doing this now, it’s a few days before the holiday and I want to enjoy it with my daughter before you and your fubullbefore you and your mess FUBAR everything.”

“You made your play and it was the wrong one. I’ve told you about disobeying me yeah? Well that was your choice now you can deal with the consequences.”

“Just know that if you let that woman anywhere near my daughter we’re going to have a serious problem I am not f*****g around with you on this. Sorry Caitlin, daddy didn’t mean to say the bad word in front of you.”

He glared at me like it was my fault. What the hell is he on? I needed to call his mom and mine to ask for their advice but somehow I knew that that would only make things worse.

He was really serious about this and I’m not brave enough to cross him when he gets like this. A Colton Lyon spanking during s*x play is good times; the same cannot be said for one of his punishments.

Those things leave me sore for days and I avoid them at all cost. He went back to ignoring me and I just sat there like a lug with egg on my face. Even the baby was too busy having fun with her daddy to pay me any mind.

When it looked like he wasn’t going to change his mind, I got up and left them alone to go sit on the couch. Yes, I was feeling sorry for myself but who could blame me? I only tried to do what I thought was right and this is the thanks I get.