Alpha's Mate (boyxboy) ✔

My Dearest Baby

When I told Kax that I was pregnant, he couldn't help but feeling glad for me. He had been putting me under careful eyes for the first few days and he also had made sure that I'd eaten properly, perfectly hydrated, and, despite it wasn't anything close to comfy, I'm feeling thankful that he had got me a place to stay nonetheless. After all, at least to me, it was safer. Kyle could fuck Mia over and over again in that comfy house of his anyway without me feeling worry of getting beaten.

That night, after we had our dinner of mushroom soup and warm bread, Kax and I decided to have a little conversation. And despite he could be a little childish at some of the time, he was kind, like always.

"And how old is your baby wolfie anyway?" he asked casually as he glanced at my stomach for a split second. Pouting his lips out cutely, he then added; "...I want a baby foxy too".

I giggled.

"It's only two months old. And please don't worry, you'll have your baby fox one day..." I answered in my overly happy tone. Then, raising my palm, I put it flat on top of my stomach. I'm smiling to myself, and despite of the fact that my baby was just too young to start kicking, but after that night when I'd first felt it; I'm craving for more of it actually. I wanted to feel connected with it, to know that it was just doing good in there and healthy even after what Kyle had done to the both of us. I smiled again, and when I'd noticed Kax was looking at me oddly, my smile got even bigger.

"You're weird..." he commented, and I just replied with a soft and short chuckle. No words. Because no word could describe how happy I was at the moment...

~x~

Kax and I went to sleep later when it was finally almost reached midnight. The moon looked so bright, and from distance, I could hear the vague sound of a howling wolf. And, if it wasn't because of my inner wolf started to scratch and whining excitedly, I wouldn't even have any clue that the howling wolf was actually Kyle.

Rolling my eyes and sighing tiredly, I forced my eyes shut--trying to ignore the world, the reality and all the hurts I'd felt. Kyle was my abusive mate, and someday, I seriously hope that our bond could be broken. Besides the baby he had gave me, nothing about our relationship worth anything to both of me and him anyway. He wasn't anything, and I knew I am strong and smart enough to know it.

~x~

I was dreaming...

A small child was smiling at me, and, from a rough observation, I knew that he was mine. His hair was blond, his skin was so pale and his bright orbs reminded me of someone...who supposedly to be someone who should protect him from all the harm and sorrow in this world.

Shedding the tears that somehow had started to fall down across my cheek, I pulled my hand out towards his way.

"Come to me, baby..." I whispered softly. His dark, red lips had a smile on it, and I couldn't help but smiling as well. He was beautiful, too beautiful as if he had been carved by some artsy hands of the goddess. I seriously wanted to pull him into a hug, kiss him and tell him that everything would be alright. Yet, as I went closer towards him and held my hand out to touch him; he distanced himself away from me. He didn't seem angry, nor he was crying. But he just stood there--smiling all along--as he was looking at me with those round pretty eyes of his. A sob chocked in my throat as I whispered; "...baby".

No word, no cry had escaped from his lips.

"...baby, what's wrong?".

He didn't say anything. He was just smiling; tears were glistening in the brims of his eyes since he was standing underneath the moonlight. I'd also had noticed that his smile was flattering, like a butterfly's wings.

"...please say something, baby..." I pleaded. I saw a small drop of tear already felt down across his cheek, and my hand was aching to wipe it away. What bother him anyway? Did he hurt? Was he okay? I don't know. All I wanted to do is to just hug him and kiss him alright. All I wanted to do is to just hold him tight and feel him warm in my embrace. All I wanted to do is to just hear his voice as he complains to me whatever things he didn't thinks alright. I wanted everything...

I then just watched him from afar. When I noticed that his face was no longer smiling, I cried. He was sobbing in the place of where he was standing, shoulders shaking, as droplets of tears were staining his cheeks like heavy beads of rain.

"...baby..." I called out again. His face had turned pale and his tiny body was trembling slightly. He didn't look alright at all. He didn't look okay at all. I watched closer and closer, and the way his perfect blond hair had turned messy, his pretty eyes turned dull and the way his healthy looking skin slowly drying made me realize that this wasn't a good dream at all.

My baby was dying...

I wanted to walk closer towards him, but my feet felt so heavy.

I wanted to reach out to him, but my hands felt like they had been pinned to my sides.

For now, I would do anything just to feel him in my arms...

"...baby please answer me".

He wept. He kept weeping and weeping--body was shaking as he held his sobs. Even from distance, I could hear his tiny voice...but he didn't say anything. He was just letting out sound of small cries; as if he was in a really deep hurt.

"...baby please come to me".

Then, he just shook his head.

"I couldn't..." he replied shakily. He lifted his head up to see me; small smile had been forced into his face. "...I'm sorry I can't, daddy. This is not reality".

"But why? Please baby, come to me".

I was desperate. I am really desperate. I needed my baby so much it's hurt.

"I can't".

And with that, like a dried leaf in summer, he'd felt down on the ground right in front of me.