Silas wasn’t a very sound sleeper. Not anymore. Which probably accounted for the fact that he could nap just about anywhere at any time. A rough life had taught him that he always needed to be on his toes, prepared for any kind of danger or disaster. It didn’t mean he automatically knew how to handle every disaster, but it had trained him to be prepared to react. He snored, too, but it wasn’t loud snoring. Loud snoring would’ve made sleeping in his boat impossible, due to attracting Swimmers.
With his subconscious sleep training, came the acquired ability to sense when something was off. It had saved his life on numerous occasions. Still, with something like his bedmate slipping out of bed in the middle of the night, it took Silas some time to wake up. Whether it was the lack of body heat beside him or something else, Silas found himself waking to an empty bed. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked around, finally noting that the door was left ajar.
For ten minutes, he watched door, waiting for Rae to return and trying to decide if he should get up and go look for her. For all he knew, she just had to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Or maybe the kitchen. Or any number of other places a pregnant woman might have the urge to go to in the middle of the night.
I should stay in bed. It’s probably nothing, he tried to tell himself as he lay there, alternately staring at the door and the ceiling. Don’t wanna feel like I’m smothering her or some shit. But the longer he waited, the more his concern spiked. Throwing the covers off himself, he worked the stiffness out of his leg and climbed out of bed. He paused long enough to shrug his shirt on (he slept in his jeans, unless certain activities required him to be without them), and went off to find Rae.