Connor
Cristi was tending to Honey. While I had been here, I had been seeing here checking on Honey, and feeding her hot chocolate with a syringe to ensure warm fluids were getting into her. In the time since Honehy had been brought home, Tony hadn't come into the room once to see how everything was going. This observation just reaffirmed for me what Cristi had told me regarding his view on household duties. Knowing that Tony wasn't valuing his mate enough to help her within their home environment, but still expected her to back him up while they were carrying out the role of Beta's left a sour taste in my mouth.
"Cristi girl, I am going to go and make myself a cup of coffee, would you like one?" I asked my daughter.
"No thank you dad. I will get myself something later," she replied, looking up from the place she was seated on the edge of Honey's bed.
"Okay love," I replied, before walking out of the room.
