Chapter 7

Have kids, they said. It would be nice to have someone to take care of you when you're older, they said. What they never say is you are more likely to die of aneurysm until then.

"Milo, no.." I draw a deep breath upon hearing these words. I am taken aback by the audacity. Of all the things he could have said, he chose THAT, to expose me completely, and in front of Thomas nontheless! I admit i really enjoy fantasy novels of any kind, but i have more of a werewolf kink. And, right now, these crazy humans i birthed are exposing that kink to an actual werewolf!

Sean is holding his breath as he turns to face his brother with a look that says 'no you didn't!', his mouth agape. Hektor looks really pleased with how the conversation is going so far, just finished with the dishes and dries his hands with the apron. Percy, though, looks really annoyed and confused. Confused are also our guests. Thomas is looking back and forth at me and Milo.

"What do you mean by that?", Thomas asks, intrigued. Milo just sits there, with both his hands between his thighs, looking innocent. That little devil i birthed...

"Mum likes werewolves."He says indifferently.

"Milo..."

"Like... she really, really likes werewolves."

"Milo."

"I've seen what she reads, it's gross"

"Milo!" Percy exclaims, at last. "This is private! We do not share private things with anyone!"

I can't help but feel thankful for my eldest. I stand and try to move the conversation elsewhere.

"Ok, Milo, our guests really don't care about that stuff, right?" i laugh it off. "So, Jordine, can you tell me what is the most interesting extra curriculum activity your school offers this year?" But, alas, Jordine has no time to answer.

"Why wouldn't they care?" Milo continues, still playing the innocent card. "If he likes you, he should know that you like him already. He doesn't need to try!" 

"What the hell are you saying? Why are you doing this?" i snap at him. "That's enough, young man, don't you think?" I don't get angry easily, but he is pushing so many buttons right now.

"Mum", Hektor interferes with a condescenting look on his face. "There is no reason to be embarrassed about your werewolf fantasies."

Jordine chokes on her coffee, Liam and Tilda are shaking from suppressed laughter and Thomas has his eyes wide open, moving them from me to Hektor, trying to take everything in. These kids... They are criminals.

"What fantasies? What?", Thomas turns to me in disbelieve, barely suppressing a smile. " There are... books? About us?"

"Oh, yes...", Jordine's voice chimes in with mine. They turn and look at her now, while she takes another sip of her mug, looking at the ceiling. Aparently, werewolf novels are popular amongst werewolves,too!

"You knew about this?", Thomas turns to Jordine. She stares at him.

"Of course. Who do you think writes them? Werewolves. Like me!", she retorts, laughing. I am dumbfounded! I can't stop staring at her with my jaw to the ground.

"So, everything that is written in these novels is true?", i ask Jordine, genuinely intrigued. I got so embarrassed by my sons, but now, girl, i am invested! I want to know everything. She giggles and turns to face me.

"Not everything, but most of it, yes.", we giggle like teenage girlfriends. The boys, and Thomas, look at us like we just escaped a mental hospital.

Jordine really saved me from a huge embarrassment back there. Now, we are all scattered in the house, touring our new friends around. We finished setting up the second bedroom that will be Hektor's, and some progress has been done for my own bedroom, but there are a lot yet to be done to make this house a home. Of course it's impossible to have it ready in a week, so our friends are very understanding and promised to arrange some of the pack members to come for help in the next days. Liam and Tilda, also, seem to get along really well with my boys and they already set their next meet up in here to help them with their rooms. 

Everyone is already out the door, ready to go about their day, but before Thomas leaves he turns to me to say goodbye.

"Know you can always count on me, witch girl.", Thomas winks at me, extremely close for my comfort, caressing my left cheek softly with his knuckles and staring straight into my eyes. Are these butterflies that i'm feeling in my stomach? Haven't had them for a long while, i pretty much forgot the feeling. I smile back, my cheeks pinker than my lips, and i could see him noticing. "Right back at you", i say nodding. He snorts in approval and turns away with the others. I take a deep breath, now noticing i wasn't breathing much right before that. Is it possible to be it for me?