Broken

Chapter 27

Waking up with the sun, Ryder was already cooking breakfast, but it looks like he just started. I came over to the sink, rinsing out my mouth since I don't have my toothbrush, and walked over to him.

"Pancakes?" I asked when I saw the mix. But it was weird because he was making it from scratch? "You know there's boxes for that."

"Yes, but I like to make it myself. I have to make enough for everyone in case they decide to come over." He explained handing me the milk, "want to pour it in?"

I smiled and poured the milk into the batter. Stepping away, I looked at the refrigerator and knew I could make my special Dominican orange juice. I wish he had some queso frito or whatever it is called.

Ryder didn't say anything and waited until I was done to taste the juice and hummed in delight. "This is delicious!"

"It's Dominican." I said, setting the table. I just put the plates for everyone in the middle, but actually laid out our plates. Ryder came up from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, it feels like we're married and are making breakfast for our kids. "Would you want kids?"

He turned me around and took in my lips for a kiss, smiling against me. "Would you?"

"5 is a good number." I murmured and laughed when he crouched down to kiss my stomach. "Stop that!"

"However much you want, I want." He said against my stomach, pulling away and kissing my lips again. "Would you want to live here?"

"Don't we have to live near the pack?" I asked not really knowing what the procedure is. "Does this mean the kids may be wolves too?"

"It's like having brown and blonde hair. Or more like brown or colored eyes. Being a wolf is a recessive gene, so it depends." He explained kissing me again. "And yes usually you have to live near the pack, but we can move as long as we have an alliance or the territory is open, which is rarely."

"What if the baby," I hesitated, but the words were already out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop myself, "comes out a wolf? Isn't that dangerous for me?"

"My mother didn't have a much difficult pregnancy, it's just that," he looked down at me before going back to preparing the food.

"What?" I asked leaning against the counter. He met my gaze before shrugging his shoulders.

"Humans are more," he tried to find the word, "likely or probable to you know."

He stopped talking and didn't make it seem like he was going to expand on it. "Likely to do what?"

"Reject your child. Kian mentioned to me that he told you. But you're just more likely to either be over protective of the kid or just, you know, reject it. My mom was caged because of my father, but in that cage, she stayed as far away from me as possible."

"She stayed with your dad?" I asked not wanting to be like my mom, but I don't know how to say that. What can you say? I don't want to be like my parents.

"She loves him, of course she did." He shrugged and looked me in the eye. "It's completely normal, okay? And not everyone experienced it the same way. Plus, sometimes the human parent finds a way to push past it and," he must've seen the tears bordering my eyes because he brought me to his chest within seconds. "Why are you crying?"

"It just happens." I mumbled holding onto him. "I don't wanna be like my mom."

"And you're not going to be, you won't let yourself be like her." He reassured kissing the top of my head. Closing my eyes, he slipped images of our future into our minds.