Scout looked around closed the door before lowering her voice. “I’m trying not to become accustomed to using the word ‘bitch,’ since I have a three year old daughter at home that doesn’t need to be around that kind of language.” She moved closer to the girl, a rage building in her chest. “Such a big girl you can clean up your own messes, too?”
She wasn’t one for children. She could be handed a baby, and she’d stare blindly at its staring eyes as the child babbled absentmindedly up at her. It was safe to say that this werewolf wasn’t maternal, and she was silently dreading the day when Scout would leave her daughter with her, if that ever even happened. “Don’t.” Her gaze flickered towards the door and back at the brunette, her recent amused expression hardening to match the defensiveness in her tone. “Don’t you fucking dare. We said we were going to forget that.”