Uncaged

Learning how to love

Covid, bad news, annoying brain injury related tests, more bad news, family trouble and the spawns of satan that are workplace insurance workers. These are just a few of the many reasons this took me a million years. As always thank you for sticking with me, this chapter is dedicated to the people whose comments have kept this story alive, hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

More to come : )

Previous chapter summary:

At the beginning of heat, Jocelyn recovers from helping new training recruits in Alex's home office. She wakes up from a nightmare and he is there to soothe her. Intimate words turn into intimate activities... Later Alex is preparing her dinner and a conversation about future children arises. He reassures her that he's taking a special precautionary concoction made by Teressa and that any future children or lack thereof would be fine with him.

The mechanics of contraceptives seem to confuse Jocelyn which sparks the collapse of Alex's composure. He feels he's taken advantage of her vulnerability and she's offended by his lack of faith in her. Angry at himself he pesters her with questions until she admits to not knowing exactly what caused her to become pregnant. He pleads with her to let him teach her. She agrees and while he does she realizes the depths of her ignorance. Upset for the both of them she has a meltdown and her power grows more and more out of her control.

After being stubbornly quiet Alex finally expresses the reason for his upset. She listens and comforts him, addressing his concerns and also illuminating that she's grown in different ways and asks him to trust that she knows how it feels taken advantage of. And that he isn't.

Renowned by their conversation, Alex reassures Jocelyn of his commitment to growing as a trusting mate. Jocelyn takes comfort in that but her light feels like it's festering inside her body, eating her up from the inside out. Desperate Jocelyn hopes connecting with Alexander physically with remedy the situation as it should in heat. It doesn't. Crying and in pain, Alex thinks quickly on his feet, gives her a high dose of sleeping draught, and takes her to bed.

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"Yo!" Dylan bellows as he waltzes through the front door. "What's cooking good-looking?"

I quirk an eyebrow at him as he saunters into the room, dramatically rubbing circles over his belly. "You think I'm good-looking?"

"Oh, yeah you know it, baby." He hops on one of the kitchen stools, leaning over the counter and leers at the crepes piled high in front of him.

Nodding I say, "Yeah it's a shame. If I weren't with Joce you'd be just my type."

He smiles, eyes lighting up bashfully. "Really?"

"No."

His smile drops.

"Didn't you already eat at the big house?" I'm wasting my breath, I already know how this idiotic schtick goes.

"Do we really have to do this every time? You ask me if I ate already, knowing full well I did. I make a delightfully witty joke to which your perpetually grumpy butt scoffs at and then you make me a plate of your finest culinary delights. Can't we just skip to the end? I'm hungry."

I roll my eyes. "How can a body so small even ingest so much food? How is it even possible?"

"Hey! Don't you know it's impolite to comment on people's bodies.." He examines his stomach. "And says the guy who looks like two kids stacked one on top of each other. I'll get you an oversized trench coat for your birthday. "

I shake my head, opening the fridge and grabbing out the fruit to avoid having to further take part in this assigned conversation.

"Why isn't the Queen down yet, anyways? I thought I was supposed to walk you two down to the library." He grabs a crepe off the top and reaches for the syrup.