Honey

36. Make Me.

A/N:

Tiny bit of smut ahead. Nothing too bad (it's all gonna be next chapter). Enjoy ;)

"Well I'm off to bed. Don't stay up too late boys," my mom rises from her rather comfortable looking position on the sofa, trudging towards Thomas and I who are currently tangled up in each others arms on one of the armchairs. Well, by that I mean I'm in his lap and have been trying relentlessly to hold off the embarrassment of having my own mother see me in the position, no matter how fucking comfortable it may be. Although, neither Thomas or my mom seem to care much about it so I suppose I'm overthinking it.

Asher had left not too long ago, for the same reason. Hell, he was practically on the verge of passing out. I thought I'd have to get Thomas to carry him up the stairs, but he eventually made it. I was baffled by how exhausted he was, but I suppose the surprise of a life time he got earlier was enough to do that, even to someone with as much stamina as Asher, hyperactive as he is.

I felt weird because everyone else seemed to be exhausted, but for some reason I'm not tired in the least. In fact, I've never felt more awake and alive than I do right now.

It's a weight that's finally been lifted from my shoulders; making everything official with my family. Especially with Asher. I'm still shocked he took it so well, but I'm forever grateful that he didn't go feral and try to kill either of us. I'm not sure why that was even considered a possibility, but I thought it may be safer to have all my bases covered.

My mom cups my face with her hands and places a kiss to my forehead. I smile up at her and watch as she does the same with Thomas.

"Night hun, you need anything just help yourself. You can stay here as long as you need, no questions asked ok?" Thomas nods slightly at her, my mom only giving him a bright smile in return. The smile she wears is one that's so familiar and my mood is only dampened when I realise that Thomas probably doesn't have this. Reassuring smiles from his mother.

Is it bad that I want to kill her? Because I kinda want to kill her. Just a little bit. 

A hand lands on my shoulder and it takes me a second to realise that it's my moms. She nudges her head towards the door and I get the message. We haven't really gotten time to talk alone yet, so I suppose she's accounting for that.

Thomas let's go of me, rather reluctantly might I add, but he does and I almost laugh at his clearly vexed expression. I leave the comfort of his embrace, maybe not quite as reluctant as he was to let me go but still reluctant all the same, and follow my mom outside of the living room.

I open my mouth to say something, but am almost immediately cut off by her arms squeezing the life from my body. Ah, yet another hug to add to my tally from tonight. My heart soars and I find comfort in her arms, even though I can barely breathe.

"Mom," I choke out.

"Yes dear."

"You're killing me." She looks up at me then and immediately lets go, smiling sheepishly at me as if she hasn't just nearly crushed me.

"Im sorry it's just," she pauses, for dramatic effect and to wipe a tear from her eye, "I'm so proud of you. To think, it feels like only days ago you were a baby and now look at you. My boys all grown up, and with Thomas fucking Baker on your arm, I mean wow! I have to admit though, you two are like two peas in a pod!" She opens her arms again, indicating that another hug is coming. My lungs are already so damaged from the first one, I don't think I'll survive it. Tears well in her eyes and for a second I consider it, but no. I'd rather live to see another day. No offence to my mom, she's just a rather aggressive hugger.