You Will Always Be My Favorite What If Novels & Stories

My breath faltered. He looked straight at me, letting me see everything he was feeling, the grief, the longing and the pain in his expression. “If we had met earlier, like really met, would things have been different?” he asked. I stared at him. “Maybe...” All of our almosts, our missed chances. Our what if’s. “Yes.” I whispered finally. “I think everything would have been different. But everything would have been different too. If we’d met sooner, I’m not sure we’d be meeting as who we are now...” I remind him.

We’d just find ourselves drifting there after long days—him carrying two mugs of tea, me pulling a blanket over my legs. Sometimes we didn’t talk. Sometimes we did. One night, he asked, “Do you ever think about what life would’ve been if none of this happened?” I nodded. “All the time.” “And?” “I think I’d be a nurse. Or a teacher. Still me. But not this me.” He smiled. “This you is my favorite.” We watched the stars appear, one by one. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I am terrified to go through it again. "Can we not talk about it?" I beg him as I weave my hands into his arms and lean on his shoulder again. "What do you want to do?" He grinned. I opened my eyes and made a face. "Let's make my favorite coffee," He raised his brows, "I thought black coffee is your favorite?" he said teasing me. I groaned and pinched him on the waist making him jerked away and chuckled. "Then, what's your favorite?" "Caramel Macchiato," I answered.

“Hmmm” “If we ever lose will you hate me?” I smile and hugged him, “How can I hate you when you're my life, even if I lose everything having you is the best gift I ever have so why will I hate you, do I look like I'm ever going to hate you?” I asked him with smiles and he shook his head “No mother”

River hates you for doing this to his best friend. Spencer hates you for doing this to his best friend. Blake hates you for doing this to his best friend. The what ifs are the worst, the possibility of each of them is enough to make me want to run away. Each question, with a possibility of being true. And that is enough for me to hide. What if Zac never wakes up? What if everyone leaves you? What if he rejects you? What if? My thoughts ran across with no stopping. I don't want it to stop. I was wrong in this and I knew it, but I didn't want to do anything about it.

"We will all help you prepare to live again. To forget everything that may have happened in here. We'll do it together, Pablo. All of us.” "Only you" I asked in a low and hoarse tone. "I want only you to be with me.” "Always, love," she said, giggling. "As I said before, you will never cease to be my favorite fetish.”

“But in different ways. You’re different… not worse, not better. Just different.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Different, huh? So if you could have only one of us at the moment, who would you pick?” Why did he always have to make it seem like it was a competition? Why did he always have to ask me difficult questions? I bit my lip. “I’d have both of you at the same time.” That was actually one of my fantasies, but I knew it was never going to happen because both of them hated each other. Landon gasped, staring at me in shock as if I’d just said the most ridiculous thing ever.

How I wasn’t malnourished confused me. I rested my head on my knees and began to think. What if my mother hadn’t died? Would my father not have resented me? What if she was still alive? Would we have been the perfect family? Would my father have loved me? Would the Pack have respected me as the Alpha’s daughter? What if my first mate hadn’t rejected me? Would I have gotten the breakthrough I had always yearned for? What if I wasn’t pregnant right now? Grey would have definitely rejected me. There was no doubt about that.

“I know, that’s why I know you will do what's necessary now, even though I am hurting and super mad at you.” “We can yell when we see each other and make up immediately,” I smile closing my eyes, playing it in my mind. “I would phonesex you if only you weren’t on my favorite list right now.” That makes me sit up. “I am your only one, so I am always your favorite,” I think I say the last part with a growl. He is quiet at the other end. “You're right,” then he sighs. “it's always and will always be you.”