(Small Fry Chapter 3)
My mate crossed over to my side as I turned tearful at the photo. These people whom I hadn’t seen for over two centuries, could still bring a tear to my eye. I had to sniff as my nose began to run, with my longing to see my immediate family again.
“Don’t worry, B.” He put his arm about my waist. “This afternoon, I’ll go to Forrest and Caesar myself and ask for the Riverclaw stuff.”
“Oh Declan!” I threw my arms about his neck. “I miss them! I miss them so much! I just wish that my parents and my grandparents were here.”
“I miss my Mom and my little brother, too.” He held me tightly. “She’d be spoiling us rotten, by cooking for us and coming over nearly every day, to check on the pregnancy.”
My mate gently lifted me up into his hug, as my legs wrapped about his waist. His right arm held me up, as his left rubbed my back. Our faces came together, as he used his to wipe away my tears, before planting several soft kisses over my trembling lips.
Walt said uncomfortably, “If you like, I’ll do another search of our attic to make sure you have all of Hunter Wisetail’s things.”
“That would be nice, especially since you’re living in the house that my father owned.” I reminded.
“Yes but Aunt B, when your father left it to my great, great grandfather; we renovated it and made it our own.” He joked back.
“Details details,” the European Werewolf growled. “If my wife says it’s her house then damn it, it’s still her house!”
“I take it you procure anything for her, that Aunt B says is hers, right Uncle?” My cousin smirked.
“You got that right.”
“Yep, this is going to be an interesting pregnancy to be sure.” Walt pretended to look nervous.
“It sure is,” my mate held me closely, “and together, we’re gonna get through it.”
His bright blue eyes held onto my dark blue ones, as if silently endorsing his words.
“Then if you two will excuse me, I have my own pregnant mate to return to.” Walt cleared his throat. “Oh and by the way, Wendy wanted to invite you over for afternoon tea, for baby-talk.”
“Er, our afternoons can get pretty busy.” Declan tried to put our recent bedroom behaviour, diplomatically. “How about morning tea instead?”
“That should be fine.” He shrugged. “I’ll see myself out and thanks again for the furniture, it'll come in handy for my eldest kids.”
Once Walt shut the front door on his way out, Declan placed me back on top of the kitchen bench again.