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179. Owen Grady 5 Part 1

~“Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME, HOSKINS?!” you scream at the top of your lungs, “You are NOT sending him out there!”
“Grady, control your woman, for gods sake,” Hoskins pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, looking for all the world like someone having a very bad day.
Yeah well, him and everyone else on this damn island, you think irritably, because there is no way in hell you are going to let this war-mongering bastard send your boyfriend and his squad of raptors out into the jungle to hunt god-knows-whatasaurus.
It’s just a pity you’re kind of on the short side, otherwise you’d have punched him in the face too. Luckily Owen kind of beat you to it.
“Hey. Hey, c’mon,” Owen drags you off back towards the truck.
“You’re not going.” You say obstinately, “I swear I will fight Hoskins myself.”
“Yeah? You and what army? C’mon baby, you know I have to go. The raptors need me otherwise they’ll go rogue.” His tone is soothing, pleading, but you’re too upset to care.
“You could die!” you protest.
“So could you, if someone doesn’t do something about that damn monster out there.”
“Why you always gotta be the hero?” you ask, tears falling down your cheeks.
“That’s my job, baby,” he pulls you into his arms.
You bury your face in his chest, pulling a face – he smells like gasoline.
“Don’t you worry. I’ll be fine.”
“And the girls?”
After seeing how attached to the raptors Owen is, and being around for a while, you’ve come to regard the squad as important – not pets, they aren’t tame – but definitely important.
“They’ll be fine too. We’ll watch out for each other. In the meantime, I want you to stay with Claire and her nephews, okay? The younger one, Gray, he’s freaking out big time, I need you to calm him down. You’re good with kids. Can you do that?”
You nod.
“Good girl.”
“GRADY, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE OR WE’RE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!!!” Hoskins bellows in your direction.
“You’ll come back, right?” you ask, face still buried in his shirt.
“I always do, don’t I?” he’s trying to joke around, make you feel better. It barely works. You’re on the border of hysteria and rage, shaking. You’re probably coming across as the typical needy girlfriend, but heck, this is literally life and death here.
Deep breaths, you tell yourself, it’s not good for you. It’s not good.
“I gotta go,” he tells you, rubbing circles on your back, “The girls need me.”
“We need you!” you blurt out.
“Claire and the kids will be fine. So will you.”
“Not them,” you say, exasperated, “Us.”
You put one of his big, calloused hands on your belly. Funny, how you’re certain the raptors knew before even you did. They had sniffed you funny for a while, each time you checked up on them whilst they were muzzled.
You hadn’t thought anything of it, until you’d missed one period. Then a second.
His eyes widen for a second before he pulls you into a bruising, passionate kiss.
“We’re having a baby?” he asks when you break apart.
You nod.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to tell you like this,” you say, but he ignores that.
“You’re not… mad?”
“Mad? God, no. No. I just… Jesus we have bad timing. And what the hell have you been doing, running around all day?!”
“Shit. I gotta go, baby. I promise I’ll come back. Keep yourself safe. Keep both of you safe.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too. Both of you,” he shakes his head and smiles, kisses you soundly once more before he dashes off.
You head over to the van where Claire and her nephews are waiting, and watch the group take off.
When Owen and the squad are out of sight, you turn to Hoskins.
“If anything happens to him, I, personally, will feed you to my dinosaurs.”
With that threat hanging in the air, you climb into the truck beside Claire.

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