The Depth of Green

Chapter 12

Chapter 11 recap: A BIG BOY. Mila essentially mates to some unknown alpha *cough, Sara, cough* and Yuri flips the fuck out because she's A) fucked up his plans, and B) doomed herself to a life of misery. Naturally, instead of talking it out like an adult, Yuri chooses to have a mental breakdown and refuse to speak to her, in true canon-compliance. Mila tells him about Sara being her true love and Yuri internally scoffs and is extremely cynical, though he later consults Otabek about the theory, asking Otabek whether he thinks it can be called a philosophy, whether he's ever experienced love at first sight/true love. "Yes."

The dream scene you're about to read has been floating around my brain for MONTHS. I'm so glad it's finally out in the world! Lol.

Hi, hello, I'm sorry, I completely forgot that Wattpad existed, yesterday, so here's an update a day late. :)

ALSO: There is reference to rape in this chapter. It's not graphic, the word isn't even used, but please proceed with the necessary caution.

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Yuri hummed slightly, drifting along the precipice between wakefulness and sleep, and luxuriated in his melty state, warm and secure beneath the plush covers of the bed. He couldn't quite decide whether he wanted to be awake, yet, as comfortable as he was currently, and teetered on the edge of the decision, swaying from one side to the other as, each in turn, dreams overtook him, and his natural clock pulled him back to the surface. After however long, the scales tipped in the favor of being awake, and, though Yuri pushed his face further into his pillow, he didn't entirely resist the light touches of hands on his back and shoulder, a body curling around him as smells of breakfast wafted through the presumably open bedroom door.

Still, though, Yuri wasn't quite ready to get up, just yet, and remained still, though a smile teased at his lips as a different pair moved along the back of his neck, around his jaw.

"I know you're awake," Came a soft voice, and the smile won a forfeited battle. Of course he knew-- he always seemed to. "If you get up, there are beignets downstairs," the soft, vaguely seductive voice whispered again.

"I'm comfy," Yuri murmured, though he was steadily growing too hot with both the blankets and the body wrapped around him. "Five more minutes."

A kiss on the nape of his neck. "It's already been fifteen," Had it? Yuri didn't remember, though the times he had been vaguely lucid might well have been accompanied by the low harmony of a male voice and an alpha's pheromones. "Have to wake up eventually."

"No." Yuri's smile widened as his husband laughed, and grew even further as he felt the third member of their family join in the conversation.

Yuri huffed as the baby kicked twice at an area he hadn't known existed inside of him, and a hand met his on his pronounced abdomen, worming its way under the covers to rest against the thin material of Yuri's nightshirt, just over the spot the baby was kicking.

"You've been outvoted," Yuri was informed, "we both think you should wake up, and I add to my case the fact that our daughter is hungry, and it is therefore your responsibility to feed yourself to feed her."

Yuri gave a mock groan, "I hate being outvoted."

"You'll have to get used to it," a gentle nip behind his ear, "Lilliana will only get more opinionated as she gets older."

"And you?"

"I will unfailingly side with her."

"You already do," Yuri rolled his eyes, though he adjusted his head so it rested against his mate's chest, tilted back with golden hair falling in disheveled waves from its crown.