My Mate's Babies.

Chapter Twenty-Six.

Chapter 26.
[ Sophia's P.O.V ]






"Sophie! Hurry up!" Chase called out from the living room.

"I need time to get ready, you know?"

"You've been saying that for the past hour!" he groaned.

"Whatever."

"You're such a girl!"

"Maybe because I am one," I said in a 'duh' tone.

"Just hurry up Sophie," he sighed.

"I am."

He didn't reply, but I could imagine him rolling his eyes at me. Chase and I have been getting closer and closer everyday; we're not officially a couple yet, but we're taking things slow. At first when I came here, I was dead set on not giving him a chance at all, but as I got to truly know him, I realised that he wasn't such a bad person. In fact, underneath that cold, player exterior of his, he was truly a kind person.

And I knew how hard it must've been for him to take things this slow, but he was doing it for me. Being a werewolf, males normally mark and fully mate their mate within a month at most because of their hormones and their wolves- who constantly whine about marking their mates as soon as possible. And Chase being a werewolf, it must be harder for him since this wolf instincts are a lot stronger. However, he, knowing that I was ready to go to that part of our relationship or whatever we have yet, hasn't pressured me into doing anything at all. I know it's really hard for to control it, but it makes me trust him a little bit more, knowing that he's willing to suffer for my benefit.

Ever since Mom's funeral, he has been there for me every single day while I tried to be strong for Ryan and Dad. I knew they were as devastated as I was, especially Dad, who seemed to have gone in complete shock and was not responding to anything, but I knew I had to be their rock and be there for them instead of break down and cry, something which I wanted to do countless of times.

But I was glad he was there. He was my rock and kept me going strong for the rest of my family, and everyday, he would prove to me that he loves me. And I think I might be falling for him too. We hadn't spoken of the night of our first date where I ran away from him at all and the first time he had spoken to me after that was on Mom's funeral, where he had handled me. I'm finding myself falling for his stupid, sexual related jokes and those cute dimples of his and those eyes. . . those eyes which openly display all this emotions.

But that moment I hugged him back during Mom's funeral, I knew that my carefully built up walls had crumbled in that very second. And I guess I was to scared and confused of my emotions when he showed me proof that he thought about me a lot. I was scared of him hurting me but then my Mom's words came into my mind. . .

"Follow your heart."

My heart was aching for him. I wanted him and my wolf. . .she needed him. And I realised that I needed him as well, because like I said before, he was my rock and without him, I'd still be broken. He repaired my broken heart albeit he was one of the people who caused it and he's been fixing it stronger for me. He's been healing me. 

"Are you done?" Chase asked, knocking the door.

"Nope."

"Well, I'm coming in anyways," he replied, causing me to roll my eyes at him. As he opened the door, I could feel this gaze burning a hole at the back of my head and I could feel his wolf purring at the sight of me.

I straightened my plain red dress, which had sleeves upto my elbow and clung onto me like a second skin. After swiping bright red lip gloss across my lips, I spritzed my favourite Chanel perfume and puffed my hair up a little using my fingers. Slipping on my nude heels, I was aware of Chase's eyes on me.

"Are you doing staring? You know you're kinda freaking me out a little, watching me like the stalker you are," I whispered, walking up to him and swaying my hips.