Just My Luck (boyxboy)

Ch57. Emmett

Emmett's POV

I quickly walked down to the room where Sam was staying. Looking throw the small window on the door, I could see him sitting on the bed, back against the wall, and knees up as he looked down at a small yellow blanket. This feeling pulled my heart as he slowly picked it up and brought it to his nose.

The look in his eyes was heartbreaking as he hugged the little blanket into his chest and his bottom lip trembled. I couldn't watch any longer as I opened the door and walked in.

The sudden entry startled him as he turned towards me, but I nearly tackled him into the bed as I wrapped my arms around him. I just didn't want to see him in any more pain or suffering. I didn't want to see another tear fall from his eyes.

"It's okay, my moon," I held him as tightly as I could without harming him. "I'm here now."

Saying those words must have snapped him out of his haze because he nuzzled his nose into my neck and hugged me as best as he could. He didn't say a word, but he didn't have to either. I knew he was hurting inside.

"You came back," he whispered, almost like he needed to convince himself that I was really there.

"I told you I would," I smiled, looking into his beautiful brown eyes before I pulled away slightly. They were swollen and red from crying. "What is that, my moon?" I asked, turning to the small blanket he was clinging to moments before.

"It was in the box Elder Arron sent over. He wrote it was meant to be my sister's baby blanket, so my mother was scenting it before she passed. I don't know what that is, but somehow the smell of it is really comforting, and I don't know. I guess it reminds me of home, even though I can't remember where home was," he told me as he sat back down on the bed and pulled the blanket close once again.

"That was nice for him to save such a precious thing. I never knew what my mother's scent smelled like," I told him as I sat next to him. "She died giving birth to me, and my father never gave me anything that smelled like her. He blamed me for her death, and so, in his eyes, I didn't deserve to know her scent." That was something I had never told anyone before as I touched the blanket in his hands.

"Why would he blame you?"

"While female shifters are in labor, their ability to heal quickly is halted. I shifted for the first time inside her, and the shift caused a lot of internal bleeding. By the time they were able to get me out, it was too late for her." I moved my hand away from the blanket, feeling like I didn't deserve to touch someone else's mother's scent.

"But that's not your fault. You weren't even born yet."

"I know, but my father didn't see it that way. All he knew was that the love of his life, his mate, was gone, and I was the reason. Growing up, I always felt so jealous seeing another pup around me with scented things, like blankets or stuffed animals. I wanted to know her scent too, but I couldn't find anything she had scented. When I was about nine years old, I discovered that she used to play the piano. She loved playing and would end up playing at gatherings. It made everyone smile as they listened, and it brought them hope. So to feel close to her, I got all the books I could get my hands on and taught myself how to play piano. I found some of her favorite songs from the older members and practiced them until my fingers bled. Now, I play just for her, like when I need her help or guidance. In a way, I feel connected to her."

"Can..., can I hear you play?" Sam asked, catching me off guard as I looked over at him.

"When this is all over, I'll play for you until your heart's content, my moon," I said, smiling down at him.

He snuggled up next to me, and I kissed the top of his head as we sat together, enjoying each other's company.

"Let's go for that walk I promised you," I said after enjoying our silent cuddling for a few minutes.