"Whatever you choose, I'll be waiting for you either way Jesse. I lost you once. Like hell if I'm planning on losing you again."

Thumping my face on my pillow with my cheek, Carter's words replayed in my mind as my room started to lose light from the window. Letting out a sigh, I got up from my bed and stared at the wall as I grumbled out, "The most cheesiest line known to mankind and it left this much of an affect one me." Getting to my feet, I walked out of my room and started switching on the lights to help me see better. After switching on the hallway light both down and upstairs, I made my way to the living room. Reaching just near the couch to turn on the lamp nearby, I yelped when a hand grabbed my wrist and I fell on the couch.

Or at least... what I thought was a couch.

Trying to get back up, the hand simply made its way around my waist and tightened as a voice whispered, "Please."

I froze.

"Let me hold you. Just this once Jesse." he murmured before pulling me back so that I was leaning against his chest. Not sure what to so, I sat stiff as a board as sparks made its way across my arms and legs. Swallowing, I spoke softly, "I thought you left." His chin was near my ear causing my heart to skip a beat as he breathed out, "I would never leave you. You're my mate Jesse."

Unsure of what to say or do, I let myself sit on his lap with his arms keeping me protected and close to him as I tried to ignore tha fact that he was slowly breaking the barrier around my heart. Pressing my lips in to a thin line, I attempted to get off his lap but was automatically pulled back in to his arms causing me to let out a yelp.

"If you want me closeby, can the option of not using you as a chair still be my decision?" I mumbled as I tried to pry off his arms from my waist. With my hands on top of his, trying to take them off was like trying to get open a safe with a crowbar. Suddenly, his right hand took my left and curled them together as I was taken aback by the gesture. "If I hadn't fucked up back then," I looked over my shoulder to see him staring intently at me and continued as he cupped my cheek, "We wouldn't find holding hands the least of our worries."

What?

Holding hands not the least of our worries? Furrowing my brows, I asked, "What would we be worrying about then?" Seeing my reaction, Carter's eyes shined as a soft smile made its way to his lips just as he took away his hand from mine and placed it on my stomach.

My cheeks burned at what he was implying.

"Dork." I mumbled then I took that moment of him laughing as a chance to run to the kitchen to start cooking some dinner. I was planning on just reheating some leftovers but since Carter was here, might as well make dinner from scratch. I decided to make carbonara and quickly took out the ingredients I needed when, "You know you'd probably be giving birth to him next month right?"

I dropped the onion and garlic as I looked at him with my eyes wide. Gulping, I dared to ask, "Him?" Carter only nodded as he leaned against the door frame before saying with a cheeky smile, "Our son. Or would you rather have a daughter as your first born child?"

Moon goddess.

Quickly picking up the onion and garlic, I went to wash them at the sink as calmly as I could but my heart was pounding so hard it was as though a marching had made itself at home. Turning off the tap, arms wrapped themselved around my waist as he whispered, "Which will it be love?" I asked instead, "Why are you doing this?" I looked over my shoulder and saw him frowning thoughtfully before replying, "If you do choose to ignore our bond, I'd like to be able to at least have memories that will make me want to kick myself hard."

Staring at him, I looked back at what I was doing and just continued. Throughout the time I was fixing up our dinner, Carter of course had to let go of me so that I could start to actually cook. Him protesting, was already obvious when he pouted and whined that he didn't want to. But when his stomach started to growl, he had no choice.

Serving up our dinner, I quickly set the table and was about to take a seat when Carter pulled out my chair. Giving him a pointed look, all Carter did was roll his eyes and said, "Oh come on. I'm pulling out your seat. Not pulling your shirt off. Although if-" Not wasting anytime, I took my seat and scooped some carbonara on to my plate before digging in whilst Carter was laughing his ass off at my reaction.

All throughout dinner you could only hear the sound of our silverware scraping on the plate. When we were done, I was about to go ahead and wash up but, "No, you go rest. I'll clean up. No ifs, ands or buts. Well, if it was your butt-"

I ran the heck out of there like I was on fire.

Slowly in my granddad's cabin, my daily routine consisted of me bonding with Carter. Well, bonding as in me making snarky remarks and him adding perverted jokes almost hourly. As weird as it may sound, I enjoyed those moments where he would make me run with my tail between my legs because to me, it showed progress. Arguments between us happened of course but that one conversation that was always at the tip of my tongue still stayed but I never had the courage to ask.

Maybe, one day I will.