Setting: His room
Friday night, Dylan had apparently decided it was a good idea to completely disappear without telling anyone. Which, admittedly, wouldn't have bothered me much. At least not normally. Normally, I'd be sensible and think, "Well, he had something he needed to do. He doesn't have to tell me everything." Of course, I was pregnant. And a huge hormonal shift like that usually tells sense to go fuck itself. So I was worried out of my mind.
I'd spent some time with Thundereagle, and that helped calm me down a bit, but I still couldn't help but wonder why he wouldn't at least mention that he was leaving to me. So Sunday evening, I went to his room, hoping he was there. He wasn't, though, so I decided to stay and wait for him. He had to come back soon. He had class tomorrow. I hadn't been there too long before I heard the door creak open.