Just a warning. I'm tired as hell, so the quality of the chapter may be compromised.
I turned my head with a groan as I felt the sun rays hitting my eyelids, and snuggled closer into the mattress underneath me- I must've pushed my pillow off the bed.
Shutting off my brain and relaxing my muscles, I tried to return to the blissful void of sleep.
Util I felt the mattress move underneath me.
I opened my eyes slowly, being met with black fabric. My eyes moved from the black fabric, further up to a neck and then up to Alpha Allen's face. He was smiling, looking down at me, his tired eyes softening as I looked at him.
"Why..." I pushed myself off him, furrowing my bros. "Why the hell am I... on top of you?!" I whispered, panic filling me at the thought of what could've possibly happened throughout the night? Would I have felt it if he...? I would right? Like, you don't sleep from that unless you're... drugged or something... oh god...
"First off, you turn a lot while you sleep, Love- literally, it was like sleeping next to a windmill. And secondly... I'm pretty sure you were cold, you had goosebumps and you kept on moving closer to me until you were... well, on top of me," he shrugged. M eyes narrowed at the small smile beginning at the corners of his lips. Bastard.
"Why didn't you push me off?!" I hissed, stepping off the bed, wrapping the duvet that had been tossed to the floor around me.
He rolled his eyes, slowly getting up from the bed. "I tried Love, trust me, I did, because I knew you'd react like this if you woke up on top of me- I did push you off, twice, in fact, you just kept sneaking back- it was pretty cute," he smiled.
I wrinkled my nose at the sight of him, but my face softened a bit at his expression. He went from being happy to being... I don't know, he suddenly seemed very tired, and also a bit sad. I sighed taking a seat at the far end of the bed, as far away from him as possible, my side pressing hard against one of the black-painted wooden bedposts. I looked back up at the window, the sunlight coming through the blinds.
Sighing, I looked down at the floor. "When... when did you go back to being... you?" I turned my head to look at him.
He shrugged, running his hands through his unruly mane of hair- I didn't understand why, it's been unruly and bedhead-y every time I've seen it so far, why try to fix it now? "Around 4 I think- I'm not sure though, I didn't want my phone to light up and wake you up" his hands went from his hair to his face, wiping the tiredness off, I assume. He turned his head, still resting it in his hands, and looked at me.
His eyes softened, a smile spreading on his lips as he looked at me. I furrowed his eyebrows for a second before slowly reaching out his hand, stopping in mid-air. He looked me up and down once again, before he finally let his fingertips touch a loose strand of hair, and tug it behind my ear, a traitorous blush creeping it's way up my cheeks.
His eyes were unable to decipher. They seemed curious and sad and frustrated and caring and warm all at the time. I released the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding before suddenly coming to my senses, He'd leaned closer, and so had I- uncomfortably close. I leaned back away from him, and he seemed to break out of the trance too, because he pulled away as well, clearing his throat.
"Love, are you alright? Last night must've been a bit... strange, for you. Especially when he asked for..." he trailed off, a redness covering his face. it didn't seem to stem from anger, though, it seemed more like... frustration.
"Yeah" I shrugged, a question coming to mind. "Did you know what was happening? Like, how does it feel to you?"
He looked down on the floor, thinking about his answer. "It's sort of like.... being really really tired, you know, you'll usually have a rough idea of what's going on, but you're not really entirely sure. It's weird. I just remember him asking for a kiss because..." he pressed his lips together, eyes me carefully, doubting whether or not to tell me.
I swallowed, to get rid of the sudden dryness in my throat. Worst-case scenarios began manifesting in my mind. "Why?"
He sighed, before muttering, so quietly that it was hard to hear, even in the silent room. "Because I had to internally scream and yell at him not to ask you to let him mark you,"
I scooted impossibly further away from him, my side pressing uncomfortably against the bedpost, a shudder passing through me.
He sighed with defeat. "Hey, Love, please don't..." he reached for me, dropping his hand before I'd even had a chance to pull away, he ran his hand through his hair again, shaking his head in despair. "I know it's a shitty excuse, but he's just... following his instincts. He wants to mark you, I mean, I do too, I really do, but I'm just better at keeping my mouth shut," he sent me a hesitant smile.
I couldn't help but smile back, raising my eyebrow. "Not really,"
"Shit..." he whispered under his breath, realizing his slip. I coughed into my hand to hide the giggle escaping me at his facial expression. He looked confused and slightly annoyed with outing himself, and I... well I felt surprisingly un-terrified. Shock.
"Go to your room, get dressed- your parents are coming over today. I'll have to talk to them, by the way, there are a few adjustments regarding the house. I'll have someone bring you your breakfast to your room... I could imagine that you'd prefer to stay one for now, and not eat breakfast.. or rather; lunch, with me." he smiled, softly. But there was sadness too. I got up from the bed and walked to the door.
I furrowed my brows at his words. "Wait, what's the time?" I automatically looked from wall to wall in the room- no clocks, not even on the nightstand. Allen looked down on the wristwatch he'd picked up from the nightstand. Huh, I hadn't noticed he wore those.
"It was 10.40-something last I checked, but that' a little while ago," he looked down on the fancy accessory. I didn't know much about that stuff. It was probably a Rolex or something. that was one of those expensive brands. "It's 11.04," he said, getting up from the bed in a hurry.
I opened the door, stepping out, closing it behind me- or, I almost did, I turned around, and opened up a bit again, poking my head in. "Oh and... Allen... I wouldn't mind having breakfast with you,"
His eyes lit up, a smile spreading on his face. "Really?" I smiled, and nodded, my eyes wrinkling at the corners as I did.
He nodded, his smile only growing wider. "I'll have the maids set the table, then,"
"Great," I closed the door behind me, furrowing my brows the next second. What the hell had I just agreed to? No, not agreed to- suggested. What the hell?
I knocked on the doorway into the kitchen, where Allen was sitting quietly at the counter, a plate with a warm omelet and some toast placed in front of his. A few inches away was another plate- this one with two peanut butter/jelly sandwiches, and what looked like scrambled eggs and bacon. That dude is trying to make me fat. "Hey," I mumbled, looking at my socks. They were white, with the word 'feminist' written in black thread on the ankles.
"Hey there, good morning, Love," he smiled, gesturing with his head for the barstool, by which my plate had been placed. I took a seat, taking a quick bite of my sandwich. When I looked back up at him, he was looking at me weird... as if he wanted me to say something.
"Good morning," I choked out, ignoring the pain as the bite I hadn't quite chewed properly went down my throat painfully slow. I coughed.
His eyes softened at my coughing, and he gently reached out to pat my back, pulling his arm away as soon as he seemed sure I had my breathing under control. He looked down at his omelet."How'd you sleep? Despite your uncomfortable waking?" he peeked at me through his eyelashes, clearly suppressing a smile. Great, he thinks I'm a joke- at least you can't say I'm not funny.
I shrugged, an unhelpful blush creeping up my cheeks. Come on. "I slept pretty great... like, I sleep best on my own, that's not it, but you know, given the fact that you were there I slept relatively okay, you?" I shook my head. Get yourself together, Paige.
"Right..." he looked at me for a second more than necessary, like I was deranged or something. He looked back down, a soft half-smile making it's way to his lips once again. "I slept wonderfully, thank you, I like that the first thing I heard this morning was your voice," he looked back up at me, true happiness in his eyes. I looked away.
I hated it, the way he looked at me, with hope and happiness and... all that. As if he truly thought that there was a chance... could ever be.
For one, I felt bad for him, because he seemed to really think that it... this, us was something that had a chance of happening, but I also thought he was an idiot because he thought that this could become something. That I'd get a sudden strike of Stockholm syndrome, and just surrender.
I focused on the marble countertop. First off, he's a freaking werewolf, and I'm a human, this could never ever work, second... he's so scary, and not my type. I've always preferred like... shy boys, nerds really. He wasn't any of that. And oh god, could I imagine the horror of somehow explaining to my parents that 'yeah, he kidnapped me, but it's all good now' don't worry about that. They'd kidnap me and have me committed to an asylum.
Allen broke the silence first. "You excited to see your grandparents tomorrow?"
I looked up from the marble and nodded instinctively. "Yeah, thank you for setting that up, by the way. It means so much to me," I looked into his eyes, my heart feeling heavy with gratitude.
He chuckled. "It's my pleasure, really. I love to see you happy. I can't imagine not seeing my family whenever I want," his voice grew darker at the thought. He looked into the nothingness of the blank, white tile wall, probably imagining the scenario.
I smiled, biting the inside of my cheek. "I can't imagine having 5 siblings,"
The smile returned to his face, and his eyes warmed at the thought. "My siblings I can deal with, it's my cousins that are the problem. Every holiday is a goddamn nightmare. Having them all over is like running a freaking hotel," he laughed to himself. "I wouldn't live without it though," he smiled warmly.
"You got a big family?" I asked, taking another bite from my pb&j.
He raised an eyebrow. "Big? Big?! You don't know the half of it. My mom has two sisters and a brother, and my dad has four brothers and three sisters- and all of my parent's siblings have kids. I have..." he looked at the ceiling, holding his hand out in front of him, counting his fingers. "Okay, there's my uncle Mike who's got... four, Bryce has three, Rosa has four, Alex has one... no Anna has a girl in March... he's got two... then there's..."
He spent another minute counting in his head. "Nineteen on my dad's side, and... five on my mom's side, so that's twenty-four cousins, and then you have to include my grandparents, and my great grandparents, of course... it's a mess every year. We use the ballroom for Easter and Thanksgiving, and we rent a park for the fourth of July, it's insane," he laughed to himself.
My mouth fell open on its own accord. "Oh my... how... how did they... how did you turn into so many people?"
He shrugged. "Well, my grandfather actually wanted to quit having kids after their third, but grams wanted to keep on going. There are fifteen years between my dad and his youngest brother- dad's forty-four, my uncle Alex is twenty-nine," he shook his head slightly, the smile still on his lips.
"Wow," I whispered.
"Yeah, my family really does make sure the bloodline won't die out any time soon," he chuckled to himself, and I couldn't help but smile, before turning to my scrambled eggs, enjoying the comfortable silence.
"Love, do you want kids?"
I choked on my eggs."What?!"
"Kids? Do you want to have children?" he spoke softly, slowly.
I swallowed hard, looking up at him through my lashes, slowly moving my head from side to side. "I... not... not really,"
The thought of having kids never occurred to me. I couldn't imagine having kids in the world where I grew up. Not that I'd had a bad childhood or anything but... the slum, the shitty, hard jobs for crappy pay, the moldy walls, old worn down furniture. It didn't seem an ideal place to start a family.
"Why?" he asked. Not insistently or anything, he sort of just sounded like he couldn't fathom not wanting kids. But sure, werewolves did have instincts telling them to reproduce as many and as fast as possible- not that humans didn't, but like... werewolves were extra with basically everything.
"I... I just... don't," I shrugged and looked down, trying to avoid his eyes.
He nodded to himself more than to me, it seemed. "I see, well, if you truly don't want that, we'll just have to figure something out,"
A flame lit in my chest. I narrowed my eyes and stared at him. "'Figure something out'? Figure out what?"
He spoke calmly, ignoring my tone. "Well, there's pretty much this unspoken rule that I must have at least one biologically related child, you know, to take over the pack. Don't worry about it- I'm not in a rush, it'll only start being a problem when I'm... thirty or something, I guess, and even then, if you truly don't want to become pregnant, there are other options for the two of us to have biological children," he said it as if it was somehow normal, to plan having... my kids, without... aksing me.
The anger flame in my chest burned brighter.
"Such as?" I whispered, trying to keep my cool. It didn't work.
He shook his head, deep in thought. "Well, on the top of my head... we take a few of your eggs, mix em up with my sperm in a petri dish, and then have a willing surrogate carry the child, there will still be a child, of course, but you won't have to go through pregnancy and childbirth that way," he shrugged again.
I breathed deeply through my nose, trying to keep my temper in place. "And who said that you can just take my... eggs?" my voice faded into an angry whisper.
He shook his head. "Well, it's the only immediate solution I can possibly come up with. But it's not anything you have to be concerned about now, it'll be years before we have to worry about... any of that," he smiled at me, carefully.
I wrinkled my nose. "That is... no. Just no. Can't your sister's kid take over or something? Or you can get someone else pregnant, fairly, I don't care, as long as I don't have to be involved," I hissed, anger building up inside of me.
He sighed. "Love, I beg you, please don't worry about it. We had such a nice morning, I don't want that to be ruined, alright?" he looked at me with pleading eyes, practically begging me. My anger wasn't much affected, though.
I glared at him, my voice cold as ice. "Fine, but I will never be having your children. Whatever kids you end up having, I won't be a part of it, whatsoever,"
"Alright, whatever you say, Love," he whispered, looking up at me.
***
I hugged my mom as close to my chest as possible, before moving on to my dad. I squeezed him tight for a few seconds, before finally letting go, feeling my heart becoming heavy as the got into the car in front of us.
"Don't worry, Love, they'll be here tomorrow already, you'll get to see them soon enough," Allen said, carefully stroking my back. I took a step forward.
I watched the car as it drove away. "I miss them so much, all the time," I whispered, my heart hurting at the sight.
"Just tell me whenever you want to see them, I won't stop you, I know how much they mean to you, I... I want you to be appy here,"
I shook my head. "It's not th é same. I want to be with them every day. I want my mom waking me up in the mroning, I want to see my dad at the dinnertable in te evening, I want to go back with them," I whispered, my voice breaking, a tear trailing down my cheek.
"I... I can't do that. I need you here with me, all the time. I'm so sorry, Love," he wrapped his arms carefully around me from the back, holding me close to his chest. "I'm really sorry,"
I walked out of his arms and headed for the stairs. "I want to be alone... if that's alright,"
He looked at me with pain in his eyes. "Love, can... can I ask you for a favor?"
Sending him a careful look, I waited for his request.
He sighed, taking a step forawrd, his hands writhing around ech other. "If you begin crying tonight... would you at least consider coming to me? I.... I hate you crying, I want to provide some sort of comfort. Would you consider it, please?"
I bit my lip, giving him a single nod, before heading for my bedroom.
A/N
So... character development? I don't know, I'm not a writer, I don't know anything about this.
Sorry for being absent, school is... new. Hard to get back from vacation. I miss sleep. But these teachers got jokes. They use memes- and not the outdated, facebook, minion bullshit, real ass memes.
Really, I just felt like ya'll deserved a bit of bonding between these two knuckleheads. And an inkling of conflict. I guess that the whole 'baby-maker' convo is a dealbreaker for a lot of IRL relationships. IDK, I've never been in a relationship, and most likely won't... ever. -
-Thank you, Wattpad and Stephenie Meyer, for giving me unrealistic expectations for relationships taking my physical appearance into account. The new Twilight book is pretty great, actually. Edward almost overthinks as much as I do. And he's horny in this one, but subtly.
(Yes, I know it's creeeeeeeeeepy as hell that he sneaks in through her window without asking permission, but... like... I honestly don't know how to defend him but I still love him and how much he cares for Bella and is willing to protect her, okay?!)
Talking about school, it went surprisingly well, all things considered. People are nice, teachers a nice, I actually like Latin class , but I don't really like English, at least not with this guy... dude made us find pronouns and verbs in a text written in old English, old as in 800-1066 englsih. Un-understandable. Like, when the fuck will I ever be using this shit? This isn't back to the future- I won't need to know how to read at shit.
But really, school is great- I'm having a party on Friday. So you guys may or may not receive a dumbass, 4 line chapter written by very drunk me, telling you how much I love ya'll- foreal, you guys are wonderful. But honestly, I really need to get pissoff drunk- it's been so long... I ain't drinked since May. I need it.
(I ain't an alcoholic, don't worry)
Oh, and on other great news... the job I mentioned? Helping out that couple?... I got it.
Things are actually pretty great right now- oh well, except that me and my mom get into a screaming match at least two times a day, but y'know... is your childhood even a real childhood without a bit of emotional trauma from high-expactation parents?
Okay, I'd like to know- what is a dish that's really common in your country, but would sound absolutely disgusting if you described it to someone not familiar with it.
I'm from Denmark, and I'd probably say... 'leverpostej'... it's basically churned up cow/pig liver with a few spices here and there... you eat it on bread. It tastes great with bacon on top. Some people also like it with champignon. I don't know if other countries have it, but I don't THINK they do.
Okay, fact about me... I'm a 'Petri dish' kid. My mom couldn't reproduce naturally (PCO) and therefore they needed a bit of assistance.