“So can some of my pack members stay here until our new pack house is finished?” Bane asked stiffly as Hilton and Aaron joined us a few minutes later.
Hilton seemed to snap out of his daze “Oh yeah sure” He answered still looking at me. Bane then turned around and told the pack that the single people and fighters to go to a hotel he had checked out and that couples and family’s to stay here, the trainers were to stay at moon leaf pack. Everyone went off to get unpack. Some members of the Moon Leaf pack were showing the people here where they were staying. Grapping LB’s hand we started to follow everyone to find our room.
I had decided that LB and I would share a room considering that there was limited room and that I could keep a better eye on him.
“Can I talk to you Amelia?” Hilton asked grabbing my arm. I began to curse the sparks that ran up and down my arm when he touched me. Hilton kept his eyes directly on LB and I instantly knew what he wanted to talk about.
LB looked into my eyes excitement burning in his eyes. That’s when I knew my decision.
“Sure” I agreed my hand not leaving LB’s. I glared at him when I noticed he was staring at me like I was a piece of meat. Lust was practically dripping from his eyes.
Noticing my glare Hilton dropped his eyes rubbing the back of his neck apologetically.
Some guys don’t have respect for women anymore I growled.
We are his mate, of course he is going to look at us with lust my wolf reasoned with me.
Reya, I bet if it wasn’t me and it was a random ‘hot’ chick he would still look at them like that. He was a player, he is a player and will forever be a player. He is a man whore.
My wolf growled at me angry at the thought of any other woman other than us with our mate.
We’re better off without him I reasoned with her.
Hilton lead us to the edge of the woods then bent down to LB’s size.
“Hey, buddy. Ummm….” Hilton awkwardly started.
“This is your father” I save him. Hilton shot me a thankful look, which I ignored. I felt LB start to bounce on the heels of his feet.
“Hi, my name is Hilton Bane Carter” LB chirped to Hilton.
Hilton just chuckled “Ya, I know buddy. You know my names Hilton to?”
“Yupe, I know mom told me” LB excitedly told him. Hilton looked up at me with surprise in his eyes, I guess he was shocked that I even thought about telling LB about him even talk about him.
LB has always had male figures in his life, but he has always wanted a dad like the other kids. Practicing Football with him, teach him how to fix cars, and girls. I’m glad I can finally give Hilton what he wants and needs.
“What did mom tell you?” Hilton softly asked probably worried I tainted his image.
“Mom, said you love the color blue, and black. Like fixing cars and favorite sport is Football, I love Football I played on my team in Oregon” LB paused taking a deep breath “My coach said that any team in California will be lucky to have me” He said proudly.
Hilton and I laughed together causing our eyes to meet. I quickly looked away angry, after what he has done to me, he thinks with a laugh or two I will forgive him? Not a chance in hell if he wants me he has to work for it.
“Ya LB is great at sports” I say fondly running my fingers through his soft dark locks.
“Really?” Hilton asked raising an eyebrow playfully.
Looking at him shy fully I nod my head “He’s like you when you were younger”
Hilton’s eyes shot up to mine regretfully and sadly. I looked away the awkward atmosphere.
“Why weren’t you with us before dad?” LB asked in a timid voice his fingers twining together a nervous habit he got from me.
Hilton and I looked at each other shocked, I knew LB was curious why we weren’t all together before, but I didn’t think he would ask Hilton out right.
Hilton looked frantic and pissed, more at himself than anyone else I guess. “Ummm… look buddy. The reason I wasn’t with the two of you before is because I did some not so nice things to mom long time ago” Hilton told LB uncomfortably.
LB turned towards me his eyes glazed “Mom you said Dad didn’t hurt you” He said hurt.
“I know buddy, but…. Your father didn’t mean anything by that” I told him trying to sooth him.
“So were gonna live all together now?” He asked elation ricochet in his voice.
“No buddy even though we’ll be living in the same house and Hilton is your father. Dad and I are not going to be together. Something’s are meant to be left broken” I sadly tell him wishing our situation was different that we were a happy family together.
“Something’s are not” Hilton muttered back. I looked away from him. Nervousness seeping through my pores.
He may have hurt us, but he is still our mate my wolf told me No matter what we will always hold love for him, he was made for us and we for him.
Even though I agreed with her it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt whenever I looked at him.
Curling my arms around LB even more I looked back at Hilton “We should go in and get unpacked” I murmured. Hilton nodded his head standing up. He reached to grab my hand, but I pulled back. I felt bad when I saw the sadness and hurt glowing in his eyes.
He pushed it back though and ran his fingers through LB’s hair.
“I’ll show you two to your room” He said sadly staring at me with longing in his eyes. I nodded my head and stepped out of the way, gesturing him to lead the way.
~~ The Next Morning ~~
I hummed and sang softly while I was mixing pancake batter for breakfast. Since I was trying to squeeze in enough work time to open my new restaurant this year, free time with Jack had been cut down these past few months. The plan was to make a big breakfast and spend the whole day together. LB had football later in the evening so I decided to take Hilton with us, he deserved to know our son no matter how much I didn’t want to. Hilton is still LB’s father and had already missed so much in his life.
I giggled as the song changed to Jack Johnson’s “Banana Pancakes.” I was, in fact, making Banana Walnut pancakes since they were her LB’s favorites. The irony was not lost on me. I walked out into the hall and poked my head into the living room where my little boy sat watching cartoons.
“Hey, baby, wanna help me mush some ‘nanas for your special pancakes?” I asked him, LB loved to help me out in the kitchen.
“Sure!” he called as he shot up from his seat on the couch and rushed to her side. He grabbed her hand and started to tug her into the kitchen.
“C’mon! Let’s go! I’m starving!”
I shook her head and laughed at his eagerness, letting him pull me into the kitchen. I sat LB on the counter and handed him a bowl with a couple of ripe, peeled bananas and a wooden spoon for him to mash them with. I went back to the batter, adding in some chopped walnuts and then the mashed bananas. I grinned when she noticed LB nodding his head to the Madonna song that was now playing. His golden brown locks swayed across his forehead.
I set the bowl of pancake batter down on the counter and spun around to pick up LB, just as the song’s chorus came on.
Singing, I danced around the kitchen while he laughed and squealed. Making a turn just a little too fast, then ended up sprawled on the floor, still giggling.
“I love you, Mom,” he sighed happily.
“I love you to my little bean” I murmured to him.
“Mom why do you call me little bean?” he questioned.
I chuckled a little “Well, see when you were little and were in my tummy, your uncle’s Cam and Cane thought you looked like a little bean” I answered.
“I don’t look like a bean!” he pouted “and I’m not little! I’m a big boy”
I nodded my head barely suppressing the laugh that wanted to bubble out of me. “I now you’re not” I soothed “You know your uncles can be dumb dumbs sometimes”
He nodded his head sagely “Ya I know, uncle Joseder says that his mommy dropped them on their heads when they’s were smaller”
I laughed “True, but don’t tell your uncles that okay? It’ll make them sad” I said. LB nodded his head knowing that his uncles could be ‘sensitive’ sometimes.
I smiled softly as I plated up breakfast. “Here you go, Baby” I smiled stacking two pancakes onto his plate, setting a bottle of maple syrup, berry’s, and whipped cream in the middle of the table. “We have your football thing at 4. I’ll ask if your father wants to come” I whisper the last part.
LB’s head shot up, eyes meeting mine “Really” he asked excited.
“Really” I say in a forced smile and laugh. Am I really gonna do this rang through my head. I looked at the LB smiled, how his face glowed at the fact that his father was going to watch him play football, was something I knew I couldn’t give him myself. In that moment I knew that I was really doing the right thing.