I have to close my eyes for just a second to put myself back together and that’s when Bobbie turns around and walks away from me. So… that did not go well. I put my shirt back and I walk inside to get my shoes so I can have the most painful drive of my life but I hear the front door opening and voices coming in and I basically run to them. To Sky. “Hey, hi,” I let out, ignoring Rocky as he goes to his room to get some clothes. I just focus on my wife—ex wife, whatever, “Bad news. Your idea didn’t work, now she hates me more.”“Oh, you really did it?” She asks, very surprised and she takes off her shoes to walk closer to me. I do a quick check of her and I calm down a lot when I see what she’s wearing. Some of her mom’s clothes, which means she slept at home with her parents and not with her boyfriend, “What happened?”I start telling her about the short skirt situation and my short patience. Sky is starting to smile, proud of me for standing my ground… but then I get to the last pa
“What burrito do you want?” I break the silence when it’s our turn to order. “Sausage,” Bobbie mutters, “I want tater tots, too. And an iced coffee.” Caffeine makes her jittery and even more aggressive than normal, so no. “I don’t think they have coffee today. What about a shake?” I offer, she scoffs but agrees, “Wait, let me call your mom.” She grumbles something about me being a slow old man as I struggle to grab my phone and call Sky. She picks up immediately and her alarmed tone makes me think she was expecting something bad to happen. “Do you want an eggless burrito with extra cheese?” I ask, since that’s her favorite thing to get here and I want to remind her that I know it. I know every single one of her orders in every single one of the restaurants around the pack. And in other parts of the world too… except San Francisco. I hate San Francisco now, it’s on my shit list. “Uhm… yeah. And bring some for Hope and Danny too, please. They’re here,” she says and that ruins
Before I keep hyper-focusing on those sheets, I go to take off these clothes and put on something for the day.When I come back to the kitchen less than five minutes later, I sit down in between Danny and Hope, with Farrow in front of me. "This one is yours," he says and slides the burrito in front of me, "Extra cheesy, eggless bacon burrito. And there's hot sauce right here." "Perfect, thanks," I murmur, grabbing it before looking up to him. Maybe having him right in front of me is just as bad as having him beside me. But I have to get myself together and get used to being around him without wanting to jump him. I need to. Because he's the father of my—now—two children and I need to keep a good relationship now more than ever. I can't raise a baby on my own, I'm going to need him. So, I mentally slap and I force myself to act like a normal person. Hyper-focusing on the issue only makes it more prominent, so I repress it. We spend most of the morning with Hope and Danny, hang
Cameron is wearing jeans and a basic black t-shirt, which throws me off my game completely because this isn’t… him. He's always wearing formal clothes, even at the most casual of times. At the very least, he's wearing khakis or linen pants, never jeans. Jeans are Farrow's thing. But jeans and a black t-shirt? That's basically Farrow's daily uniform. They are two totally different men, they can't start fucking fusing together in my head now."Hey, gorgeous," Cam says as I walk closer to him. I haven't seen him in a week, so I don't think it's weird when he hugs me and goes to kiss my lips. The kiss is perfectly fine and quick, but it doesn't really do much for me this time. Not to mention, my wolf is not happy. But I'm not happy with her either. She's willingly and consciously putting us in a difficult situation, bonded to a man who broke our heart and isn’t meant to be ours anymore.'He's my mate!’ She fights. Not really, dummy. You're just hormonal and crazy.Cam grabs my hand a
"If you're scared Farrow will try to fight you, don't worry about it," I try to appease him, but as the words are coming our of my mouth, I start realizing I can't actually promise that. Farrow’s not as quick to start a fight as he used to be. Or even if he starts one now, it's shouting first, not straight up running to tackle a guy to the ground and ram his face like he did in school, "Actually, there’s a chance he will… but he's weaker than normal at the moment, so if you were to fight him… right now would be the right time." "Sky," he lets out like he can't believe me and laughs, "I don't want to fight at all." 'Not even for me?' I want to ask in bewilderment, but I instantly discard the thought and remind myself that it isn't all that normal for a man to constantly be ready to disfigure someone for you. Or to growl at anyone who even dares to look at you too much, like Farrow does. It's not the norm, even if I'm so used to it. And it's not a representation of how much a man
There’s chatter as I walk to the backyard, but as soon as I reach the guys standing in the corner next to the grill, Rocky shuts up and the vibe gets awkward immediately. I narrow my eyes at my big brother and I stay there, unmoving."Shit, Sky, you're creeping me out," he complains, but he's still refusing to meet my eyes."What were you talking about just now and why did everyone got quiet when I arrived?" I ask, looking at the three men, all of them very focused on their own thing. Farrow is now checking the ribs like it's life or death, Nico is pretending to text and Rocky just shrugs."Nothing to do with you," Rocky responds, but he's defensive. I know he wouldn't talk about any of my secrets, so I don't think it's that."Was it about Cassie?" I cross my arms. Nico is the only one who remains impassive but both Farrow and Rocky get nervous, "I knew it! He's obsessively talking about her again, isn't he?""So what if I am?!" Rocky blurts out, swinging his beer so hard, Nico’s ches
"Attention back to me, please," Rocky mutters, pinching my arm to make me snap out of my eye-locking with Farrow. I yelp and move away from him, "What would Hope say? I need her advice but I don't want her fucking nagging me about this." "Uhm, well, Hope is extremely anti-Cassie or anything to do with her," I remind him, he makes an annoyed face, "However... she has a soft spot for kids and I think she would think the same thing, that Alex shouldn't go to the orphanage. He's only a baby. How old is he?" "Four," he murmurs with a sigh, then looks at Farrow again, "How was raising a four year old?" "Bobbie? She wasn't too bad at that age," Farrow responds, moving to grab a new beer from the cooler. He offers one to me, but I shake my head, "I think one, two and three were the most difficult years, then four through ten were absolutely amazing, Bobbie was the sweetest little girl. After ten, though... that's when you lose them.” He’s so dramatic. She just stopped being obsessed
I bury my hands on Farrow’s soft hair—longer than usual at the moment—and I shift my hips lower, just to feel him a little bit. I promise, I’ll stop this before it turns into something else. I promise. Farrow makes a low growl when he feels what I’m doing, he takes two steps until my back is against a wall and he can align himself perfectly to me. I feel his hardening length against my center and I can’t help myself anymore.I hold on tighter and I grind at the same as him… "Mom, what the hell?!” Bobbie absolutely bursts our bubble out of nowhere. I gasp in shock and Farrow scrambles to put me back down, then we're all in the most uncomfortable situation. Bobbie is looking at us like she’s horrified and we're completely embarrassed, "You... what..." "What are you even doing up?" Farrow asks, his tone a lot harsher now that he's embarrassed, but that only makes Bobbie narrow her eyes at him, "You should be in bed by now." "I came here just to ask something, not to get traumatized!"
The truth is staring me straight in the eyes, right there in the monitor, but I keep denying it to myself for another ten minutes.I mean, one baby was doable… but, two? I'm going to lose my fucking mind. Not to mention, little Alex is most likely going to be around too, since Hope didn't say no. So, the Anderson family is going to be running a daycare, basically. At least I know that my aunts are going to love that, they’re always complaining about how they never had any children. Now they’re going to be overwhelmed by the baby factory we have going on. "How has it been, spending time with Farrow?" Natalia asks. Somehow, I'm sitting in front of her desk again. I don’t remember moving, "The bond is only going to get stronger the weaker your wolf feels with this pregnancy." "Oh, great. This just keeps getting better," I let out sarcastically and take a deep breath, "It's really difficult to stay away from him, Nat, it makes me feel sick. But allowing him close to me is a bad idea
{ Sky } Now that the initial shock about my pregnancy has gone away a bit, I come back to my doctor’s office so she can run some tests on me just to make sure everything is going alright with Baby Number Two. It takes a lot of needles going into my body and almost two hours of waiting, but I don’t care. I’m not fifteen anymore, the chances of me just magically popping out another perfect baby are low. I have to be more careful now that I’m old. Hope is here with me and every time we stay alone, I wonder if this is the right time to tell her we want her to adopt a kid for Rocky, but I chicken out every time. “Alright, you’re hiding something,” Hope lets out when she can’t take it anymore, “You fucked him again, didn’t you? I knew it would happen.” “What?! I didn’t fuck Farrow, I wouldn’t!” I lie, but her eyes never change, “Fine, maybe I would, but I haven’t yet. And I won’t. Anyway, that’s not what I’m hiding.” “Spell it out then, this place is making me feel like I’m the on
After lunch with Nico, I drive to the main building to have a meeting with Alpha Frank and discuss money. The money I'm owed for being the biggest dumbass to ever live. Alpha Frank is a very straightforward and serious man so we get to the point in two minutes and when I look at the check he extends over his desk, my eyes widen to the size of the moon for one second. I have to force myself to stay calm. Holy fucking shit, I don't know why they're giving me so much money, but you won't catch me complaining. Not at all. "Lastly, I need you to sign this. You can take your time reading it," he says and slides a document my way, "It's just to make sure you feel happy with the outcome and this issue is finally resolved." I do read it, just in case they're trying to fuck me over somehow, but it's really only to make sure I won't make a fuss and keep exploiting this situation to get more money later on. Half a million dollars is enough ‘victim compensation’ for me, I don't need
"Stop moving," Rocky growls at some point during the night and elbows me in the ribs, “Seriously.” I try, but I can't stop. I just can’t shut my brain off, I keep thinking about how much trouble I’d be in if I just said fuck it and went into Sky’s room right now. I think Bobbie and Rocky would totally beat my ass into oblivion. But I kind of don’t even care and I’m considering to just risk it. The need to sleep next to her is out of this world. I wish I could touch her again, kiss her, fuck her... sink my teeth into her slender neck and make sure the fucking mark sticks this time. Forever. But I know it won't. The marks I gave her over the years never took because even though we’re compatible, we’re still nowhere near mates. The marks always heal in a few days, so I just stopped doing it at some point because it was more frustrating to see them fade away than to see her bare neck. That’s why I decided to go a different route and just adorn her neck in other ways, with the p
I bury my hands on Farrow’s soft hair—longer than usual at the moment—and I shift my hips lower, just to feel him a little bit. I promise, I’ll stop this before it turns into something else. I promise. Farrow makes a low growl when he feels what I’m doing, he takes two steps until my back is against a wall and he can align himself perfectly to me. I feel his hardening length against my center and I can’t help myself anymore.I hold on tighter and I grind at the same as him… "Mom, what the hell?!” Bobbie absolutely bursts our bubble out of nowhere. I gasp in shock and Farrow scrambles to put me back down, then we're all in the most uncomfortable situation. Bobbie is looking at us like she’s horrified and we're completely embarrassed, "You... what..." "What are you even doing up?" Farrow asks, his tone a lot harsher now that he's embarrassed, but that only makes Bobbie narrow her eyes at him, "You should be in bed by now." "I came here just to ask something, not to get traumatized!"
"Attention back to me, please," Rocky mutters, pinching my arm to make me snap out of my eye-locking with Farrow. I yelp and move away from him, "What would Hope say? I need her advice but I don't want her fucking nagging me about this." "Uhm, well, Hope is extremely anti-Cassie or anything to do with her," I remind him, he makes an annoyed face, "However... she has a soft spot for kids and I think she would think the same thing, that Alex shouldn't go to the orphanage. He's only a baby. How old is he?" "Four," he murmurs with a sigh, then looks at Farrow again, "How was raising a four year old?" "Bobbie? She wasn't too bad at that age," Farrow responds, moving to grab a new beer from the cooler. He offers one to me, but I shake my head, "I think one, two and three were the most difficult years, then four through ten were absolutely amazing, Bobbie was the sweetest little girl. After ten, though... that's when you lose them.” He’s so dramatic. She just stopped being obsessed
There’s chatter as I walk to the backyard, but as soon as I reach the guys standing in the corner next to the grill, Rocky shuts up and the vibe gets awkward immediately. I narrow my eyes at my big brother and I stay there, unmoving."Shit, Sky, you're creeping me out," he complains, but he's still refusing to meet my eyes."What were you talking about just now and why did everyone got quiet when I arrived?" I ask, looking at the three men, all of them very focused on their own thing. Farrow is now checking the ribs like it's life or death, Nico is pretending to text and Rocky just shrugs."Nothing to do with you," Rocky responds, but he's defensive. I know he wouldn't talk about any of my secrets, so I don't think it's that."Was it about Cassie?" I cross my arms. Nico is the only one who remains impassive but both Farrow and Rocky get nervous, "I knew it! He's obsessively talking about her again, isn't he?""So what if I am?!" Rocky blurts out, swinging his beer so hard, Nico’s ches
"If you're scared Farrow will try to fight you, don't worry about it," I try to appease him, but as the words are coming our of my mouth, I start realizing I can't actually promise that. Farrow’s not as quick to start a fight as he used to be. Or even if he starts one now, it's shouting first, not straight up running to tackle a guy to the ground and ram his face like he did in school, "Actually, there’s a chance he will… but he's weaker than normal at the moment, so if you were to fight him… right now would be the right time." "Sky," he lets out like he can't believe me and laughs, "I don't want to fight at all." 'Not even for me?' I want to ask in bewilderment, but I instantly discard the thought and remind myself that it isn't all that normal for a man to constantly be ready to disfigure someone for you. Or to growl at anyone who even dares to look at you too much, like Farrow does. It's not the norm, even if I'm so used to it. And it's not a representation of how much a man
Cameron is wearing jeans and a basic black t-shirt, which throws me off my game completely because this isn’t… him. He's always wearing formal clothes, even at the most casual of times. At the very least, he's wearing khakis or linen pants, never jeans. Jeans are Farrow's thing. But jeans and a black t-shirt? That's basically Farrow's daily uniform. They are two totally different men, they can't start fucking fusing together in my head now."Hey, gorgeous," Cam says as I walk closer to him. I haven't seen him in a week, so I don't think it's weird when he hugs me and goes to kiss my lips. The kiss is perfectly fine and quick, but it doesn't really do much for me this time. Not to mention, my wolf is not happy. But I'm not happy with her either. She's willingly and consciously putting us in a difficult situation, bonded to a man who broke our heart and isn’t meant to be ours anymore.'He's my mate!’ She fights. Not really, dummy. You're just hormonal and crazy.Cam grabs my hand a