His question is immediately met with shock and anger, and his brow furrows in confusion. Becca has some fight in her yes, but she is not that good of an actress. Her emotions are genuine. “Of course I did not take him.” Though he is still confused and beginning to become concerned, be cannot help but feel a little thrill at that one word. Him. He has a son. “I would be a fool to remove him from you before he is weaned.”
His eyes begin to scan the little cavern, searching for any sign of the boy, or any sign of his removal. But there’s nothing. Not even animal tracks. The oddness is only compounded by the strong scent of a newborn that’s mixed in with Becca’s own scent. A tiny squeal suddenly echoes through the cave and his ears perk as Becca asks after the same noise. “Yes. But where is he?” He glances about again.
Suddenly, as his red eyes return to Becca, he notices a small shape that had most definitely not been there before. The boy.
He steps forward to get a better look at the child, though he keeps a somewhat respectful distance. While he does not mind beating Becca into submission if her motherly instincts take over, he does not want the child to accidentally get caught up in a fight, especially in such a small space.
His red eyes pierce through the gloom, and when he finally gets a good look at the child, he can’t help the grin that splits his pale face. A handsome silvered coat (like Becca), with Zayn’s own blood red eyes.
Becca is speaking again, and with a sigh of annoyance his red eyes move to match her own. “No, this wasn’t me.” His eyes return to the boy’s face as the wheels turn in his head. “This … this was something else.” Something about the boy himself. “Watch him. Let’s see if it happens again.”
ZAYN
I'm an ugly mess