Page 73 of Her Big Bad Wolf
“How? How is that supposed to work? What if we had kids?”
“We won’t.”
“You didn’t exactly pull out,” she reminded me.
Her words felt like a slap across my face.
“That’s what I thought,” she continued when I didn’t respond.
My face must have told her everything she needed to know.
Kids?
Shit. I hadn’t even considered that. How could I be that stupid? I mean, it wasn’t something I had planned, but I should have been ready. I should have had a condom or something.
I was trying not to freak out as she just kept talking and laying it all out there.
“Are our children supposed to pretend like you don’t exist? That’s what you asked of the boys, right? But what if they want a friend over? Do you just hide in the bedroom while they’re here? Do we cover up all the pictures around the house with you in them if a friend of mine happened to swing by?
“There are no pictures of me,” I told her.
“But if we were together there would be, because I like pictures, especially of those I love.”
She’d just thrown out the L-word. My head was spinning and I thought I might be sick. I knew she hadn’t said she loved me, but it was close enough to send me spiraling down a dark tunnel.
“I told you it would be best if you just stayed away. Why couldn’t you just stay away?”
“You’re a jackass. A selfish jackass at that.”
“Maybe I am, but there are certain things I will not compromise on. If you can’t handle that, then get out.”
“With pleasure!”
I watched in horror as she turned and stomped out, slamming every door she encountered along the way.
As she sped out of the driveway, I sat down on the couch in shock.
What the hell had just happened?
I was still naked and smelling of sex. Her scent still lingered in the air around me and I knew it would be even more potent when I returned to bed.
I growled and then roared in frustration as I stomped back to my room, grabbed fresh pajamas, and went to sleep in the guest room where hopefully her scent and memories wouldn’t haunt me all night long.
Vanessa
Chapter 19
I should have gotten up the next morning and drove over to Isaac’s to pick up the boys. But I was still too hurt and angry to face him. The boys shouldn’t have to come between us, but I knew they were getting stuck in the crosshairs anyway.
In my mind, the five of us were well on our way to becoming this perfect little family. But it was clear that was only in my head.
I did not deserve a half-ass mate. I should have told him as much when I had the chance. Instead, I laid in bed all night long replaying our fight and coming up with dozens of much better come backs and words I wished I’d said.
There was no way for me to know if he was even going to bother getting the boys to school today or not. I did feel guilty about that. It wasn’t like he had a phone I could call or anything, at least not one he’d shared with me.
By the time I got into the office the next day, it was later than usual. Mary was already there setting up.
For some reason, as I walked up to the door it felt as if I could sense him nearby. I knew that was ridiculous. The ghost of Isaac didn’t come into town. He didn’t associate with people in the Pack. I’d already learned that if he wanted anything he went down the mountain to the human stores to get stuff instead.
