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Chapter 80: A Long Day

We have officially got a week until the new story (Howl in the Night) is released.

So who's looking forward to see werewolf DNF?

And who is upset about the story slowly coming to a close.
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Clay POV
✨Nine hours later✨

“Come on Noah!” I called out to the small child who began running across the playground towards where I was sitting. In my lap was a stuffed gorilla toy that we had won at the theme park we went to earlier. “We need to get back now!” When he reached me he took the gorilla off of me and hugged it to his chest.

Monica was grabbing dinner for her and Noah at a pizza place nearby, and I offered to sit and keep an eye on the five year old so that he had more time to play with the other children. She had just texted me a moment ago to say her food was ready and she was walking to the car.

“Do you know what Mom’s getting for dinner, Dad?” He asked. I had given up on telling him not to call Dad, since Monica had repeatedly told me to just ‘let him have a father for the day’, although I took that as ‘don’t say that to him or I will repost all the shit I said about George’. And so I did allow him too.

“I’m pretty sure your Mom went to pick up some pizza.” I responded, causing him to let out an excited gasp. “There was a place a couple streets away she probably went to.”
“Pizza’s my favourite.” He told me as he clutched the gorilla closely to his chest.

“Pizza’s my favourite too.” I responded before going on to ask. “So what’s your favourite type of pizza?” The question got him to begin a long explanation about every pizza he remembers trying in the past and why he liked them or not. It didn’t sound like he was even half-way through before we reached the car.

Monica was already there, holding two pizza boxes in her hands, causing his eyes to brighten even further. Noah’s eyes practically glowed with eagerness as he began sprinting towards his mother, still holding the gorilla under his arm as he dodged around people in the street, and I jogged after him to catch up.

He began frantically asking what flavours she brought for the two pizzas causing both of us to chuckle as I opened the door for her. It was just before 6pm and my mouth was beginning to water at the smell. During our drive back to their hotel the boy continued to question what food there was, and I was beginning to question that as well, although I was more playful about it.

Even though the pizza did smell amazing, I kept telling myself that I wasn’t going to eat anything since I was planning on having dinner with George. After all, he had made the effort to book a place for dinner and I was looking forward to going to where he picked.

I opened each of the doors for Monica to help her get back to her room so that she wouldn’t accidentally drop the pizzas. At least, I opened most of the doors. Noah would jump ahead when we reached a door which had a button of some sort to open it, and be the one to press it for us.

As he bounced around the main part of the hotel room I couldn’t help but realise how much like me he actually was. We both did have blonde hair and freckles, just like Monica said that he did, and I also used to act like a total maniac when my family got pizza for dinner. But those two facts alone didn’t mean that he was my child.

“Go wash your hands before dinner.” Monica instructed, and the child eagerly nodded before running off into one of the two bedrooms, causing me to chuckle once again. I had to admit, Monica did have a cute kid, even if she was completely undeserving of him. She also laughed at his antics before opening the pizza box causing the smell to flood the room.

The ravenette woman passed me a plate before telling me to help myself to as much pizza as I wanted, but I shook my head. “I’m going out to dinner with George after this.” I told her. “I might have a piece or two, but other than that I would like to save my appetite.” I hoped that she wouldn’t be mad with my reasoning, and surprisingly she wasn’t.

“That’s understandable.” She responded with a nod before repeating what she said. “You can still help yourself to whatever you feel like. Can I get you a drink?”
“Yeah, a drink would be fine.” I responded with a nod, watching as the five year old came running back into the room and grabbed a plate off of the table.

“Just take one or two pieces at a time.” Monica informed her son in one of the strict yet loving tones that only a mother could manage. Then she went back to me as Noah walked with his pizza over to the couch and turned on the TV to find a movie. “What can I interest you in? There is some juice and chocolate milk in the main fridge, or my mini fridge has coke and wine.”

“That’s a big range.” I allowed myself to laugh.
“Yeah.” Monica nodded. “I don’t allow Noah to drink things like coke without my permission, but he is allowed to freely drink juice and chocolate milk. If he wants something else he needs to ask me and then he can have access to my private fridge, but he obviously can’t drink the wine.”

I nodded at her explanation, seeing sense in it because my parents did a similar thing back when I was a kid, allowing free access to some drinks, but hiding others so I wouldn’t end up with a sugar rush after drinking too much coke. Speaking of which, “would I be able to have a coke?” I asked her, and she nodded before disappearing into her bedroom.

“Can I have a coke too Mom?” The small boy asked, not taking his eyes off of the TV in front of him. There was a response from the woman in the bedroom which sounded like a yes and a few minutes passed, during which I joined him on the couch.

“Can you tell me about George?” The small boy asked me, surprising me as I turned to look at him. “I want to know about what he’s like.” Hearing him ask that honestly shocked me, but a small smile grew on my face and I went to answer.
“Well he’s very kind, and funny, but also kind of stubborn, and I love that about him.” I explained.

“He looks pretty from the pictures Mom shows me.” Noah muttered. “His hair looks really soft and fluffy, and I like his accent.” I nodded at what he said before ruffling his hair, a silent way of showing that I agreed with him, but then he asked a question that honestly hurt. “Do you love him more than me and Mom?”

I know that I shouldn’t, but I didn’t want to answer with my standard way of saying ‘I hate Monica’, after spending the day with her and her kid. So I simply tilted my head thoughtfully before explaining. “Your mother and I just never worked out. But she’s lucky to have a big strong guy like you to help her out.”

The boy was laughing excitedly when the ravenette woman returned, passing me a bottle of coke from her left hand, and a bottle of coke from her right hand went to her son. Before I took the lid off to have a drink I glanced at the time on my phone. I still had thirty minutes until I needed to go.

After that reassurance that I wouldn’t be late for George I unscrewed the lid and took a sip of the drink.
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All of you guys were paranoid that Monica was going to try and do something to Clay. But she hasn't done that yet. It seems as if she is just trying to be a good mother.