What's left of me ( Isaac Lahey fanfic)

38. Anchors

"Love, you know as much as I love you screaming my name and showing everyone you're mine, you're father and brother are in the house and they can hear us." 

Isaac said. I chuckled, "It's 2 in the morning. They both are out like a log." 

These few days have been perfect. Our lives were finally going back on track. Allison and I have again started training with Mr. Argent and now I was also officially a hunter. And for Isaac and me, well things are as better as they can be. Clothing as become completely optional whenever we're together. Lydia and Allison had told me million times, how amazing you feel for the first time, but what they failed to tell was that after first time you get addicted to it, and that was what was happening to me. In the immortal words of the famous 'Edward Cullen', Isaac was now like my own personal brand of heroin. 

"That was amazing. You're amazing." 

Isaac said as we both finished. 

"You say that every time." I said as I got up to clean myself, but he forced me back on the bed and brought a wet towel and started cleaning me up, 

"Because it's the truth." 

He said and I blushed, "Why do you even like me, I'm such a mess and everything around me is also mess." I asked. Isaac looked in my eyes, as a smile appeared on his lips, 

"Because I love to clean." 

He said and a tear fell from my eye. 

"Hey, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" 

Isaac got concerned and asked while pulling me into him. "No. It's just, I have never experienced this before. The way you treat me and sometimes I just get scared that in the future you'll realize just like others, that I don't deserve the way you love me." Isaac cupped my face and kissed my forehead, 

"I'm ready to tell you this until you engrave it in your mind, I love you and you can do nothing to change that. It's not your fault that you have only been with assholes before who didn't know what they have. You deserve so much more than what I give you and even if you decide to breakup with me, I will always try to be a person you deserve. Rue, the possibility of you is better than reality of others to me. Don't forget that. And I mean every single word I said to you that day, and I'm going to repeat this until you believe me." 

"I love you too, and you're perfect." I said as hid my face in his chest. Then as we were cuddling we suddenly heard Stiles screaming on top of his lungs. We quickly got up and ran towards Stiles room and saw Dad also coming. We opened the door and saw Stiles sitting on his bed frantically moving and screaming. Dad sat on his bed and tried to restrain him so that he would realize that he is awake and stop screaming, but then he started to move even more and scream even louder, so I sat next to Dad and grabbed Stiles hand, while Isaac grabbed his feet and Dad I kept repeating that he was okay and we were there. Finally he stopped screaming and realized he was awake but then he started crying. Isaac, left to give us some privacy. Stiles then hugged Dad and me and continued crying and saying that he didn't know if this was real or not. I quickly grabbed a book beside Stiles bed and held it in front of him, "Sty, look at this book. Can you read it?" He looked at the book and nodded and I reminded him that he only once told me that if you want to make sure if you're in dream or not then grab anything and try to read because you can't read in your dreams and then he finally stopped crying. Dad and I then decided to spend rest of the night in Stiles room, as we knew he was scared to be alone. 

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