I Want A Baby Too

I am heading to the building where Zayn works. It’s not far from my building and I expect Hamish and Bunny to be there also.

I feel a lightness in my heart since I talked to Ashton. I’m really glad that I did. I have not been to Beacon in a long time. I was sixteen years old when I left. I am now eighteen.

I rarely talk to my parents or even Tessa, because I got angry at Ashton that he was ignoring my ad so I cut all from everybody back home. Back a year or two ago when I was blowing up Ashton's phone with calls and voicemails, I masked my intentions with wanting to know whether he was alright.

He had done something that I know that his dad would never sign up on: he let Hamish go. The risk of the werewolf people now finding out that there was a war prisoner held is really high but that is not Zayn’s plan.

My intentions were masked by that but I just really did not want to let him go. I did not want him to start fighting for me even though I knew that it was the best decision for e