You Want Me?

Chapter 2

You lay back softly on your bed not to make any noise just in case one of your siblings had one of their friends over. Thinking about the smell of French Vanilla Coffee mixed with some fresh snow on a cold winter's morning. Brushing it off as if it was nothing because you only knew of mates from the trashy romance books your sisters would tell you to read.

Slowly turning your head to the side. It was time to start making dinner for your family. Quietly getting up and stretching to help keep your body from stiffening up. Making your way up the stairs that smell hits you again making you feel calm and at peace.

That wasn't something you were really use to since your first heat 7 years ago. Grabbing the ingredients out of the fridge you look out the window to see that the unfamiliar car was still here. Realizing this you quickly and as quietly as you can manage to run to your father's office. Knocking softly on the door so as not to disturb your father.

"Come in," your father says with some glee in his voice.

"Are your guests staying for dinner tonight?" You say timidly while looking at your father. Suddenly you smelt something just as heavenly as the scent beforehand. The smell of dark chocolate with a hint of minty freshness.

"Will you be joining us tonight, Eraserhead Present Mic?" Your father turns to them almost completely ignoring you.

"We would but sadly we must be home to take care of our pup." The one that looked kind of like a banana says while looking at you directly.

With a short nod you left. Walking back down the hall to the kitchen when suddenly you feel a presence behind you. Turning around you see the hobo man behind you. Suddenly you were invaded with the French Vanilla Coffee smell again. Whimpering softly, leaning into the hobo. He grabs you softly and pulls you into the small half bath.

"Oh Present Mic. Did you need something?" You look at the hobo man thinking that was his name. Backing away softly just in case he would attack you like your father would.

"No Sweetheart, I was just going to ask you if something was wrong." He said softly like he didn't wanna scare you.

"Wrong? What could ever be wrong? I'm just doing what my sub-gender is made for." With wide eyes the hobo man whose hero's name is Present Mic looked at you. The shock of hearing someone say that hurt Present Mic. While thinking of why you had a childlike mindset things started to click. He opened the door softly for you to leave the half bath.

Leaving quickly to start dinner you hear some soft laughter coming from your father's office. Getting all the ingredients for a simple chicken dumpling dish that you knew your father loved. Suddenly you see your mother come into the kitchen. She walked over to the pastries on the counter. Grabbing the chocolate cake then walking over towards you. Your mother took some of the cake into her hand and shoved it into your mouth.

This was something common that your mother did, saying that omega's could only eat when someone else fed them. Slowly eating the chocolate cake you hear your father and his guests coming down the stairs. Your mother suddenly dropped the plate the cake sat on and screamed.