Hadar #Watty2014

Chapter 20

    “That’s horrible, why would you do such a thing?” Sighing, I can see where this is going.
    “What would you have done? Painted happy kittens and puppies frolicking in the forest?” Laughing she shakes her head.
    “No, but I wouldn’t of painted it black”
    “Well now’s your chance, I’ll have a member pick you up whatever you want.” Taking a sip.
    “Can I do whatever I want?” Resting her arm on the table, to support her head.
    “Ummm as long as its not to frilly” Giggling she agrees.

~Fina~

With a project I feel better about being in this pack, I was really getting bored just sitting around. Asking Jackson if I could take Sam to the store, he agrees handing me a credit card of order of the Alpha. Rolling my eyes I take the card, slipping into my wallet. Jingling the Cutlass keys in my face, I nip my lip as I snatch them from him.
    “Be careful”

    “You were suppose to wait till I was in the car to text me that” Teasing him. Huffing he waves me off, before heading into the office. I heard someone call Alpha, causing me to turn quickly hoping to see the man behind the pack. But the door quickly closes, frowning as Sam calls for me. For the longest time now, I feel uneasy about this Alpha. Its not like Alpha’s to not show themselves around their pack, its as if he hasn’t the time to over see things.

    Pulling into the parking lot of a large craft store, Sam and I head in picking out things I need for the nursery.  With everything I need, we head out. Sam helps me take everything into the already cleared out room, pulling off wrappers and lining the paints and paintbrushes up. Before leaving me Sam asks if there is anything else I need, seeing as how I’m good I send him away. I’ve always loved painting, its calming. Unlike most wolves who don’t like the smell of the paints, I loved them.

    Blue tape is covering all the molding, and a few inches from the ceiling. I’ve already known what I wanted to paint, so before putting paint to brush I sketch out my design. Two hours later one wall has been full sketched, stepping back I am more them pleased. Taking the first of many colors I get to work, small strokes as the paint hit’s the white wall. Every hour I take a break, getting a drink or munching on a snack. All four windows are opened, letting in a nice breeze. Its cold but the room needs to ventilate, all I need is to hear Jackson giving me a hard time about paint poison.
    After the sixth hour, I am complete with one wall. Sighing I call it a night when a knock at the door comes through, opening it I see Sam.

    “Dinners ready…wow” Peaking around me.
    “You think its okay?” Chewing the lining of my cheek.
    “Okay? Its freaking cool. Damn I wish I was a pup”
    “Really” Laughing as he turns around giving me a thumbs up.
    “So are you going to do the rest of the walls?”
    “Yea, I wanted to do the four seasons. So this being the winter one it will fade into Autumn then spring and summer.” Moving my hand around, from one wall to the others.
    “That sound cool, wanna paint my room when your done?”
    “Depends, what you wanted”  I was under the impression he wasn’t kidding. But as his face looked surprised, then turning excited he grinned like a child.
    “Cool, I’ll have to think of something now” Rubbing the back of his head. After closing the lid, we headed to dinner.

Jackson had told Sam he was busy, so he couldn’t eat with me.

Tomorrow was the party, and everyone was again running around like crazy headless chickens. Kem was yelling while throwing his hands into the air.
    “Kem what’s wrong?” Giggling behind him.
    “I’m going to kill someone” clenching and unclenching his fists.
    “Well that sounds messy, need a helping hand?” He sighs heavily, before nodding.
    “Please.”

    “Okay where do you need me?”
    “Kitchen if possible, can you cook?” Making an irritated sound, I wave him off.
    “Can birds sing?” Walking off. Entering the kitchen flour is covering a large table, while woman are arguing about what to make first. Laughing they look my way, before smiling.
    “Fina, are you here to help?”
    “Yea I think so, what’s with the crazy mess?” Walking deeper into the kitchen.
    “Were having a hard time deciding what to cook first”

“Well start with getting all the turkeys ready, they take the longest. Then the mashed potatoes, and gravy”
    “Have you done this before?” Another asks, wiping the flour off her hands.
    “Once or twice” Helping pull the wrappers off the turkeys.
    “We must look like a bunch of idiots” She was tall with blonde locks, and stunning brown eyes.
    “Not at all, I was aware you don’t normally hold parties. We use to have to many at my old pack, so this works out nicely for me” with relaxing shoulders, they seem less worried now. After we settled all the birds we stuff them, slipping all into a large oven. Sam comes running in with a bowl, yelling about something.

    “I got it, see I awwww” Stepping on a small pile of flour, his feet are slipped from under him. The bowl goes up into the air, landing flat on his stomach. Gushing out air, we laugh.
    “Sam you alright?” Leaning over the island. His face is flushed and blushing.
    “Yea” Slowly getting up. The woman are still giggling as he sets the bowl on the counter, its contents are grapes.
    “Sam what are these for?”
    “There for the fruit salad” Shrugging.
    “Ohh okay” A few men walk into the kitchen, laughing as Sam’s back is covered in flour.
    “What an idiot” One grumbles. Glaring I round the island before Sam has anything to say. Grabbing the mans ear, I yank him down to my level.

    “Awwwo ooww” Lowering himself to me.
    “Listen here buck face, you ever make fun of Sam again and I’ll have you twins in a glass jar. Do I make myself clear?”
    “Yes… sorry”
    “Don’t apologize to me”
    “Sorry Sam, owwo” Pushing him away, I point for them to get out of the kitchen. Turning around after they leave, I see the woman looking shocked along with Sam.
    “What?” Dusting off my apron.
    “Are you afraid of anything?” Sam asks.
    “No not really, why?”
    “No reason”