Thredson had started to feel annoyed around Kit Walker. Manipulating him into taking the fall for the murders should have been more fun than anything. But extracting a false confession from Kit was taking time away from you, his most needful patient. Briarcliff was only a hiccup on your way to him, Thredson kept telling himself. You weren’t going to stay there for long. That much he would make sure of.
A doctor dating someone in his care was understandably frowned upon. But he knew nothing was wrong with you. He wasn’t even the right kind of doctor for you. It was just so unfortunate you two didn’t meet outside of Briarcliff. The most inappropriate aspect of your budding love was that he wasn’t able to introduce himself as Oliver, or impress you with what he did for a living.
But, in spite of the circumstances, you were impressed with him. And inspecting his mint bowl, your bare bott0m resting on a couch cushion.
“We’re going to need to get rid of this. Look into bone meal, will you? And the lampshade, and the-”
“Yes, dear,” he agreed, producing a rare interruption. You were rubbing your belly. “Morning sickness?”