Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 429: Your Wish… Our Command

Dying was getting old.

Sitting up on the conference room table, I shook my head a few times just to make sure that it was still attached to my head. The good news was that it was, but there was nothing I could do about all the blood.

Tank was going to flip.

Shrugging my shoulders, I snapped my fingers and appeared back in my room at the mansion Eric had given us. These new powers and all knowing shit was taking a while to get used to, but the more I used them, the more I started to feel that I actually was the Devil.

I would have to say that I was really impressed with Little Bunny Foo Foo. I didn’t think he had it in him to stick to his guns like that (ha! I make jokes). fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

But seriously.

The Réne that I had always looked at as my Prince Charming, the one who had saved a child from the frigid waters of the bayou, was completely gone. In his place was a man utterly devoted to his woman to the point of insanity.

On anyone else, it would have been a good look, but on Rene... it was just getting him to the final end that much sooner.

Not to mention, he called me to him with that wish, and then refused to make it. It was like telling a kid that they were getting ice cream and then not giving it to them. The only good thing about today was the fact that I no longer had to be the one starting shit so that Bishop could realize his wish.

No, Réne and Alicia were doing a fantastic job of destroying New Dawn Sanctuary on their own.

Closing my eyes, because my head was killing me, I relaxed on my bed, not caring about the blood that was probably ruining the sheets.

"Want to tell me why I smell blood?" asked Tank, leaning against the doorframe of my room. Opening one eye, I turned my head to look at the massive man.

"’Cause Réne shot me in the head?" I answered. I mean, I could be bleeding in other places, but I was going to go with the most obvious answer.

In less time than it took me to breath, Tank was by my side, hovering over the bed as he gently probed my skull.

"This is why I need to sleep with you every night, and never leave your side," grumbled Tank. "I go to the kitchen to make you some lunch, and you come back bleeding."

I shrugged as the pain slowly left. The more Tank touched me, the better I felt. Nuzzling my cheek in his had, I rolled over so I was awkwardly hugging him from the side. "I’m sorry," I muttered into his stomach. "I was called to a wish, then the wish didn’t happen. I may or may not have poked a bear, and then the bear got cranky and shot me."

"I’m killing Réne," muttered Tank as he pulled a fragment of something out of my wet hair.

"No need," I smiled. "Just help me shower, and everything will be perfect."

"You sure?"

"Without a doubt," I assured him. Could I have just snapped my fingers and have been clean with a whole new outfit? Absolutely.

But I was getting tired of doing everything on my own. It had been nice, being an independent bitch when I first left Pere’s house, but now I was more than done with it. I wanted to be a baby and be pampered, and I was going to have that happen.

Tank left out a soft chuckle before moving backward and picking me up in his arms. "Your wish is our command."

"Our?" I muttered, my brows furrowing in confusion. What ’our’?

"I came up to give you a surprise," smiled Tank as he carried me to the ensuite bathroom. "But then I got distracted."

"Whys do I be smellin’ blood?" demanded a voice, and I couldn’t help but look over Tank’s shoulders to see Dimitri coming up the stairs.

"Dimitri!" I called out... but the name was a bit weird. I would need to come up with a nickname or something for him. I had Daddy and Big Brother... but calling the guys by their actual names almost felt like I was putting a distance between us.

"Poo Bear!!" I called out again, nodding my head. Yup, this was now Dimitri’s new name. Nicknames were much better than licking something to prove that they were mine. Now everyone would know and stay away.

Dimitri stumbled a bit, but then he gave me that bright smile that was reserved only for me. "You no gonna be distractin’ me with your cute smile. Whys do I be smellin’ blood?"

"Réne shot me," I pouted, my bottom lip curling down even as Tank sat me down on the bathroom counter. "I didn’t do anything, I promise!"

"Ah, Kitten," tsked Poo Bear as he came to the opposite side as Tank and started to inspect my head. "It doesn’t matter if you did anything or not. That man shouldn’t be shooting at my woman. I’ll go speak a few words to him and let him know the error of his ways."

"Stay," announced Tank as he started to undo my dress. "Hattie needs a shower, and that is what we are going to give her."

Dimitri looked stunned for a second, studying my face to see if I was going to object in any way, but I simply smiled up at him and raised my arms above my head without a word for Tank to take my dress off.

"Her wish—" started Dimitri.

"Our command," agreed Tank. Both men had a massive smile on their faces as Dimitri walked over to the huge shower and turned it on.

I think I was going to like this.

Watching Poo Bear carefully testing and adjusting the water temperature while Tank undressed me made me feel special in a way that I hadn’t felt before. It was like I could feel their care and attention with the small things that they were doing, more than anything else.

Apparently, I didn’t need some world-stopping gesture of love to prove that I was enough for them. It was the small things that mattered the most.

Nodding my head at Tank’s soft words of concern, I promised myself that I would pay better attention to the small things that the guys did for me.