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Chapter 8 Thaddeus

Thaddeus's POV

The meeting with Alpha Michael didn't really give us any answers. Michael's pretty certain the people he saw watching their property line were scouts. They weren't able to catch them, so we don't know exactly who they are or where they're from. And the rogue in the cell didn't give us any information either. 

By the time I headed up to the room it was close to midnight. I'm bummed It's so late, because he's most likely sleeping and I didn't get to say good night to him. But this was really important, I just wish it would have given me the answers I was looking for.

I quietly entered the room, not wanting to wake him. I approached the bed and smiled at what I saw. He's cuddling my pillow, with the sheets wrapped and tangled around his legs, and one foot sticking out. 

I felt the biggest smile spread across my face as I looked at him. I wanted so badly to crawl into bed and hold him, but I settled for sitting here for a few minutes, just watching him sleep. 

After a few minutes, I finally managed to pull myself away and go into the bathroom to get ready for bed. As quietly as I could, I pulled myself out of my chair and onto the chaise. 

I laid there, looking at him from across the room until I eventually fell asleep.

I woke up at 8:00am and Aiden was still sleeping. I can't believe I actually slept in. Normally I wake up around 6:00 am.

I get into my chair and move closer to the bed, to look at Aiden.

The sun is coming through the windows. It looks like the sun is shining down on him. The blankets are down a bit exposing the upper half of his back. The sun rays dance across his skin, and I'm so thankful he's healed and I can barely see any of the scars.

He lays there, on his stomach with his face near the edge of the bed facing me.

I reach over and brush the hair away from his forehead, and instantly feel those amazing little tingles under my fingertips as they lightly rake across his skin. He slowly opens those beautiful blue eyes and looks at me. 

I swear it took my breath away, he's perfect. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!

I ran my hand down the side of his face and gently stroked his cheek with my thumb. I smile as he seems to lean into it for a moment before his body stiffens.

I took my hand back, not wanting to scare him and smiled. 

"Good morning!" I said, and he seemed to relax. 

He looked at me for a moment, before adjusting his head, then softly speaking.

"Good morning!"

I swear my heart skipped a beat at the beautiful sound of his voice. I swear it's like music to my ears, it's so soft and so sweet. And those beautiful eyes of his, I could get lost in those eyes!

He suddenly blushed as his stomach growled quite loudly. I watched the blush quickly spread across his face before he turned his face, and pressed it into the pillow, trying to hide from me. 

'Oh goddess, he's so cute!' I thought to myself as I chuckled.

"Come on, let's get dressed and go down to get you something to eat." I said, as I backed up and turned toward the closet to get dressed.

A few minutes later I came out of the closet with my shirt in my lap. When I came out, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked nervous which confused me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He started playing with his fingers and bit his lip. My eyes narrowed in on the lip he was nibbling on, and I so badly wanted to go over there and pull that lip out and suck on it.

I had to clear my throat to stop myself, before I got too carried away with my thoughts. He looked up at me, then looked back down before he spoke so quietly I could barely hear him.

"Ma-may I use your ba-bathroom?"

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, Of course he could! Why in the world would I not let him use the bathroom?

'Did they not allow him to use the bathroom or something?' I wondered to myself.

I moved closer, then had to stop myself from reaching out to touch him.

"Of course you can!... You don't have to ask permission for the bathroom, you can use it whenever you want." I said in a soft voice. 

He sat there for a moment before he stood, then slowly tried to walk to the bathroom. I noticed immediately that his legs looked wobbly. He only made it two steps before he stumbled, and practically fell into my lap, with his upper body landing in my lap. I instantly reached out as he fell, catching Aiden, then pulling him into my lap, with my left arm wrapping around his waist.

The only thing he had on were night pants, and he was sitting on my shirt... 

With both of us shirtless, his side, and part of his chest was against my bare chest. It was like an explosion, sparks were going off everywhere our bodies touched.

He looked at me wide-eyed as his breath hitched. It was almost as if we were in a trance, neither one of us could look away for a few moments.

With my left arm wrapped around his waist, my right hand slowly moved to his face, and gently cupped his cheek. His eyes slowly closed and he leaned into my hand.

My heart soared, I dreamed of a moment like this for so long. To have my mate in my arms, reacting to my touch the way he is instead of looking at me with disgust, and being repulsed by me and my legs. It was something I longed for, but thought I would never have.

Unfortunately the moment was short-lived, and he suddenly snapped out of it, and quickly tried to get out of my lap. He looked panicked and I was afraid he was going to fall again.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm sorry I... I just don't want you to fall." I said, trying to calm him down, and keep my feelings in check at the same time.

Thankfully he calmed down, and I helped him stand up, holding onto him until he seemed steady enough. I sat there, watching him until he was in the bathroom, and the door was closed.

I let out a breath, running my hands through my hair, before pulling my shirt on, then going to the dresser and digging something out for him to wear.

I know none of my pants will fit him, so I had Xander find some sweatpants for the time being. I pulled one of my own shirts out, wanting him to wear something of mine so he smelled like me. 

I laid his clothes on the bed, then looked toward the bathroom door. After seeing how weak he still is, I figured it's probably best if I just go downstairs. 

I gave one last look toward the bathroom door before pulling the door closed.

Abigail Phillips

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Second time reading this and it’s still as good as the first.
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