I can hear my little brothers running up and down the stairs. I begin to shift a little because, I am feeling a bit too warm.
I can feel Anthony move under me. Oh, shit!
That is where the heat is coming from.
My mother is on her way down, and we are half-naked. I quickly throw on my shirt under the covers. I wake up Anthony with a kiss. That resorts to all my brother's saying Ewwww in unison.
"Mom!!!" One of them screams. My mom walks down the stairs, as I throw the blanket over us, as fast as I can.
"Boys let your sister sleep or I will tell her to turn her room into a workroom. You all will go in there and do homework with no TV." The boys all run scared because they are extreme gamers and taking that away is like taking air away from the world. Also, no one likes homework.
"If you say anything while I get up, I will not tell my mom you are here and just shove you out the door without any breakfast." I quickly get off of him and run into the kitchen.
"Honey please tell me that isn't Carter on the couch with you." I can't believe she would think that.
"No, it's Tony. It would never and I mean never be Carter. We are just friends and he and I both know that."
I go into the fridge and grab out stuff to make omelets. Eggs, cheese, meat, veggies.
"So, why did he come over las' night?" My mom's thick ascent comes spilling out.
"I called him and he came over." My mom looks like she is about to jump, for joy as I start to cook the meal.
"Did you ya know do it last night?" My mouth drops open and I turn completely red.
"No mom, why would you think that?" She points to the shirt I have on backward.
"I promise you, I wouldn't want my first time on the damn couch you almost gave birth to Milo on." I split the omelet between us, my mom then hands me two glasses of orange juice.
I walk into the living room to find my phone being cradled in his hands because he stepped on it. It's my fault for leaving it there.
I take it and throw it across the room because it is broken and there is no chance, I could get it fixed. It lands in the trash can perfectly.
I hand him the plate realizing, I forgot the forks in the kitchen.
"Let me go grab us some forks." I race back to the kitchen and get them in records time.
I then walk back and sit next to him.
"Thanks for keeping me warm. I want to tell you, I appreciate the space you have given me these last few years. I know how hard it is to not be able to be near or spend time with someone you care dearly about." I explain taking a bite and then washing it down with juice.
"No problem baby, I wanted to give you the same freedom, I had. Even though my wolf didn't like it. I want to say thank you for not rejecting me, and being there when I needed my mate near." There is a pregnant pause, and I can tell he wants me to hold him, and let him touch me. He clearly after two-years doesn't know how to ask. This would be where he would tease me, he is actually being nice. Huh?
I just slide right onto his lap, while drinking my juice. He seems surprised because normally by now I would be giving him the cold shoulder.
I am tired of pushing people away.
Especially him.
"So what are you going to do today?" He asks putting his wall back up. The wall I have always wanted to take down, for more than a minute. We both built walls and are too stubborn to tear them down.
"Nothing really interesting, I have to carry my stuff to the moving van and then go grocery shopping, for our place." I notice the flicker of hope in his light blue eyes.
"Looks like I am helping." He says as I chew up my last bits of food.
I get up and he goes into the kitchen and does the dishes. Not many men, I have seen do this. All I have heard of is no man has ever done the dishes for their mate. My stepfather kisses my mom and then goes to watch whatever sports are on. Sometimes he watches some kind of cartoon, like Family Guy. He passes out and then when my mom gets done with the dishes, she wakes him up and they go to bed.
He finishes the dishes, while I take a shower. I throw on a pair of new jeans after my underwear is on. I find a bra that is comfortable aka a sports bra and a nice blue top, that makes my eyes pop and shows just enough cleavage.
I walk down with my messy hair and hand Anthony clothes, he leaves here for when it is needed.
"Go shower, I will start the car." He hands me his keys.
"We are going to take mine." He turns around.
"Not that piece of junk." He is referring to my 2002 Chevy which has been my baby for about 1 and a half years. I saved for a used car from a friend.
"She runs good, but fine I'll drive you just go wash up." I don't feel like wasting any time because I really just want to get this over with. Also, he has a fucking nice pick-up that has a bed you can pull out and a mini-fridge.
I walk outside and unlock the car doors.
He probably won't let me drive, so I get into the passenger side.
I start the engine with the button, and I turn on the radio. Flipping through a million stations and it's all the same shit, I turn it off and just sit in silence.
Someone opens the passenger side, making me jump and almost shout.
"I thought you were driving." He smiles and hands me my flip-flops.
"Okay, but if I crash it's your fault." I joke, even though I am probably the safest driver ever it's fun to tease.
"Ha, ha very funny even if you did I wouldn't care as long as you were safe. This is just a stupid car, you matter more." Butterflies start to buzz around; in my stomach, as I get in and start to drive.
He cares about me since when?