The Other One | Hannigram |

Chapter 11

 
Upon waking up, the first thing that came to the omega was the intoxicating scent of his mate. Will could feel Hannibal’s strong arms encircled around his waist, his body pulled close to the alpha. The undeniable euphoric feeling in him was due to the result that he was with his mate. Will wished he could indulge in this loving moment forever. 
 
It was still odd to him that he learned something new about his true nature within so little time. Just yesterday, he accepted Hannibal into his life. He believed Abigail had too, although she was still unaware of the true meaning behind Hannibal’s and his relationship. Will wanted her to know earlier than later. He made a mental note to talk to her about it. 
 
“I know you’re awake, mylimasis.” Will blushed when he felt the alpha’s breath tickle the back of his neck. If he could wake up every morning like this, life would be perfect for the omega. 
 
Will did not move one inch, wishing he did not have to head out earlier. “Just indulging in the moment before reality decides to barge in and ruin the moment.”
 
“It always will.” Hannibal knew this to be true since Jack would always need Will’s input. The odd cases involving psychopaths would never go away. They would come and go for Will to clean up the mess. 
 
“I’m happy I can enjoy breakfast with Abi and you before heading out.” Will was relieved about that. He would be unable to drop off Abigail at school, but Hannibal was fine with doing so. Will could see the goodness behind the idea. 
 
Hannibal agreed while he kept one arm circled around Will’s waist and brought his hand up to caress his mate’s face. “I am too. Abigail and I will spend more time together, that’s a plus.” 
 
Will chuckled. Abigail had found no problem about it either. He rose up from where he laid. Hannibal mimicked him, now both of them sitting beside each other. “What does it mean?” 
 
“What?” Hannibal inquired, unaware of what Will was referring to. 
 
Will remembered the word, yet he knew it would not sound as beautiful from him as it did from Hannibal. “Mylimasis. It’s a term of endearment, I know.”
 
“Beloved, which you are to me,” the alpha answered. Hannibal leaned close to kiss his beloved omega. Will replied when he wrapped his arms around Hannibal’s neck, pulling him closer. 
 
The ring from Will’s phone ruined the loving moment between the two wendigos. Hannibal excused himself and headed to the bathroom while Will picked up the phone. He checked who was calling and saw it was Jack. He answered it. 
 
Once he was done in the bathroom, Hannibal headed downstairs to start breakfast. 
 
The conversation with Jack was brief and he was just giving him a short warning of what was going on. He did not give too much details since it would be further explained once they met. Jack told him he would pick him up. 
 
Will tried to ignore the silence from Jack when he told the man the address he was at right now. After what felt like forever, Jack told him he would see him in a little bit. Will agreed and the two bid goodbye before hanging up. 
 
The omega entered the bathroom to wash up before exiting the bedroom to wake Abigail up. He could tell that it must have been different from sleeping in the motel in comparison to sleeping in her very own room at Hannibal’s. 
 
Slowly, the omega opened the door to the bedroom and peaked in to see Abigail snuggling with her doll while her soft snores were heard. Before approaching the bed to wake her up, Will inspected the bench at the foot of the bed. Hannibal explained the guest rooms were not much, but he did decorate them tastefully. 
 
Yesterday when Hannibal invited them to stay over, Will made sure he packed some things for Abigail and he. Although he was unaware that Jack would need him early today, he told Abigail to bring her backpack since he thought he would be dropping her off this morning. They brought clothes too, of course. 
 
After checking that her backpack was ready, Will advanced towards the bed and gently shook his daughter. “Abigail, it’s time to wake up,” he softly announced with a smile at seeing her stir in her sleep and scrunch up her face. 
 
The little wendigo fluttered her eyes open like a butterfly spreading their wings. Groggily, Abigail rose and stretched her arms. “Good morning, Mommy,” Abigail greeted while yawning.
 
Will lifted Abigail off of the bed and set her on the ground. “Come on, Abi. We’re going to have breakfast with Hannibal.” He allowed her to wash her face and brush her teeth in the bathroom in the guest room. It was a nice touch since the guest bathroom was downstairs. 
 
Once Abigail was finished, she appeared more awake. “Hannibal is a good cook.” Abigail commented, leaving Artemisia Gentileschi on the bed while grabbing her mother’s hand. She used her free one to rub her eyes. 
 
Will chuckled at Abigail’s cuteness. “He is.” Both of them were used to raw human meat because that was how his own father introduced their diet to him. Hunt in a secluded area, kill quickly, take the meat and eat right there if you could. 
 
It was the way his parents used to hunt before he was born. When it was just Will, he hunted the same exact way. After Abigail was born, he used his father’s cooler where he would put the raw meat in. His father did the same after he was born too since it was not only him to worry about anymore. 
 
At least he taught me how to hunt, Will thought. 
 
When mother and daughter were downstairs, they could hear Hannibal cooking in the kitchen. Both of them headed inside the room to see Hannibal preparing the food. 
 
“Good morning, Teacup,” Hannibal greeted Abigail with a warm smile. As always, he was glad to see the young wendigo. 
 
Abigail was joyous to see the alpha wendigo too. With her free hand she waved at him, “Good morning to you too, Hannibal.” 
 
“Can you set the table, Abigail?” Hannibal asked politely, eyeballing the plates on the counter. 
 
“Mm-hmm!” Abigail agreed while making her way towards the counter to grab the plates and headed back to the dining room. 
 
Will helped Hannibal bring the food in and laid it on the table after Abigail was finished setting everything up. After thanking Hannibal for the meal, the three began eating. Small conversations occurred between the three wendigos, smiles never leaving their faces. 
 
Although the moment could not last longer, both wendigos wished it would. Hannibal could get used to having both Will and Abigail sit at his sides while eating meals together. Seeing Will’s loving smile and hearing Abigail carry on conversations with such innocence. 
 
This is exactly the life Hannibal had been yearning for. The alpha could tell this was the same thing Will and Abigail wanted too.