Saving Isadore [MxM] (An Alpha's Fight Book 1)

Chapter 22

ISADORE ¤ POV

I was giddy with excitement when I woke up on Saturday morning. I'd convinced dad to let me take the day off school and apologized for running out on him and Nana in the middle of the night. I was somewhat ashamed to admit that I was glad he'd been more than forgiving, most probably because of our past. When I'd kissed him on the cheek, both in gratitude for letting me stay at home, and in apology for worrying him, he'd practically melted.

I hoped Aaron's dad had been similarly forgiving, considering how upset Aaron had been. Everything he'd told me after opening up about how he was feeling, was eye opening and grounding. I liked being informed and I liked the stability that came along with understanding another person. There was less uncertainty now about where we both stood. But I also felt a deep sorrow for the fear he was struggling with.

Aaron also hadn't gone to school, which is what I'd gathered through his texts. He didn't linger much on the trouble he'd gotten into when his father took him home, but only told me how he was looking forward to spending the day with me. That was partly why I was filled with a raging sea of anxiety, excitement and glee.

I made sure to wash my hair in the shower, carefully running shampoo and conditioner through the waist length strands. I had to look my best, I had to smell my best. All the best for my omega and well... for myself. I wanted to feel confident today and I promised myself that I'd have fun with Aaron. No crying, no panic attacks, no dark, creeping thoughts threatening to ruin everything.

I scrubbed my body until it shone and once I'd rinsed everything away and wrung my hair like a towel, I climbed out and quickly dried off, wrapping a warm towel around my waist. I brushed my teeth extra long, shaved my face smooth and clean and moisturised with the non-scented creams hidden in the cabinets. They were designed to moisturise your skin, but let your natural scents seep through. Those natural scents were always stronger and more attractive than anything artificial. Well, so I'd heard.

Once I was pleased with the appearance of Isadore staring back at me in the mirror, I plugged in the hair dryer and began the grueling task of drying my hair. Fifteen minutes later, and still a little bit damp to the touch, I had no patience left. Grabbing a brush from the drawer below the sink, I rushed out of the room to find my dad. He was in the spare bedroom, making up the bed carefully. His head lifted, startled at the sight of me in only a towel, waving the brush at his face desperately.

"Morning, dad! I need your help," I gasped, tugging him over to the bed and making him sit. He stumbled, confused, but ultimately captive as I pressed the brush into his hand and sat on the floor between his legs. "Please braid my hair. Will you... make it look pretty? As pretty as you can?"

Dad let out a low chuckle, tilting my head back so we'd meet eyes. He had one eyebrow raised in amusement. "Good morning to you too," he kissed my forehead, tilting my head forward again. "Am I missing an important occasion?" He asked, gathering my hair up in a strong fist and beginning to brush out the ends.

"I'm spending the day with Aaron," I told him sheepishly, my heart pounding away at my rib cage. The butterflies fluttering around my stomach made me pull my knees to my chest, somewhat exposing myself underneath the towel, but not quite caring. All of the times I'd read about this feeling in books - the anticipation of being in the presence of someone you liked - I'd thought I would never know the feeling. Except now, I was going on my very first date. That's what this was, right? A date.

"Ah, I see," he hummed his understanding. "How are you pups going to spend the day?" He asked and I froze. Well... we hadn't gotten that far yet. We'd just agreed to meet up and go from there. I wasn't exactly sure how Aaron spent his days outside of school and I wasn't sure if my pastimes would be appealing to an energetic omega like him.