You Will Always Be My Favorite What If Novels & Stories

"What?" "Which of the six of us is your favorite?" I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I'm not answering that." "Matty..." "I'm serious. I'm not answering trap questions like that. I love each of you for different reasons and I will NOT pick favorites." "Belle and Neevie are already your favorites. Everybody knows it." I sighed and shook my head. "Belle's like my little sister." "A little sister who apparently can't go more than 48 hours without swallowing a load of big brother sperm down her throat."

Stop, no shit I can’t get hard right now. “So out of all the crazy storylines in Grey’s which one do you think could actually happen and which is your favourite?” she asks turning toward me and flashing me a breathtaking smile. I need to take my chance. I need to know. Fuck the what if’s. I want her as much as I need air to breathe. I want her to be mine. I slowly move closer on the couch towards her as she leans in as well. “Bomb episode has to be my favourite and most real hmmm.”

Anything. Me: but… what if the best friend is literally family too? He went silent. Elliot: do you think the situation can be avoided in any way? I leaned back on the couch, eyes on the ceiling. Me: I don’t think so, Elliot. If I don’t do it… everything falls apart. Everything. Every damn thing. Elliot: wait, would your best friend be dying? Me: no, of course not! But… I have a feeling it’s not gonna be good.

If only I was, but I was doing what I always did best. Making the stupidest possible choice when it came to Steven Riorson.

I caught myself wondering what would have happened if life had taken one tiny turn somewhere. If Mom had never married Salvatore. If our families had stayed separate. If Raphael had simply walked into my life exactly the same way he already had... Only without the impossible label hanging over us. A small smile slipped onto my face before I could stop it. Mom would've adored him. She already liked him without knowing the truth. I could almost picture it. Raphael showing up to dinner exactly on time. Bringing flowers because he'd researched her favorite ones weeks beforehand. Helping her with her medication schedule. Listening more than he spoke.

What would have happened if I had gone on ruining myself and not eating or sleeping, and living a life where I am forever chasing dead ends? I would have been a dead end, and I would have taken a precious life with me, and I can't for the life of me stomach to think on that right now. The what ifs? They mean nothing right now. I'll overthink them later. "I want him to believe me..." "On what?" Maeve asks as she scrolls through her camera roll at old photos. Probably trying to find one of Nikolai when he was younger. "It is his baby...I haven't-" "Oh, please. He knows that. Good god, he would have felt it if you had," she says, like she knows exactly what I'm going through.

She loves Kitkat and her most favorite pet in the world is a squirrel. Of course, I didn't believe it. I was not stupid to believe some random facts from that bimbo. It was all made up to piss me off. My sweet Quinn loved black? Her favorite band is Nirvana? And what's up with the cliff being her favorite view. That was really absurd. Was she really crazy, telling me that Quinn's favorite pet is a squirrel? Get the shit out of here? No, my sweet Quinn would not say that. That was impossible.

How would things have turned out if I hadn’t escaped? My chest tightened. I could see it clearly in my mind—the twisted smirk on his face as he took Astor and Arabella from my arms, claiming them as his, ripping them away from me. Calvin would have made sure I never saw them again. He would have told me they were better off without me, that I wasn’t worthy of being their mother. A shudder ran through me, and I bit my lip to hold back the sob rising in my throat. Yet another image formed in my mind, one that surprised me. A fantasy, impossible but undeniably tempting. What if things had been different? What if Calvin had been my mate? What if Sherelle hadn’t died?

I scoffed, "You know nothing about me." "You do not have a favorite color. You always sleep off during movies, so you do not have a favorite movie too. You love food. I do not know if that has changed, considering you significantly reduced. I could tell you my preference but it is your body and my preference will not matter. No one else's preference does. Also, you hate wearing wigs.

I couldn’t keep my distance and I tried. There are time when I try to envision how my life would have been if things had worked out as I wanted them to. I would have been mated to Alaska and things would have been great. Or would they? I mean, I loved Alaska for a long time. I never imagined myself being with anyone else. But wild things change down the line?