Worse Than Giving Up

Chapter 47

Nath's POV

I look at Sven while he's unlocking the door of the safe room, and I glare at him once more, before I walk out with the kids.

He just rolls his eyes, and he follows me toward the living room.

I put the kids on the floor, before I turn the TV on, and I decide to watch a football game.

"Will you forgive me if I will make Logan agree to let us use the shooting room again?" He asks me, and I think about it for a while.

I definitely want to use the guns again, and I'm sure that it will be even more fun than it was the last time if we will go alone.

Because I won't have to worry that one of my friends will accidentally shoot me.

But I really don't want to forgive him this quickly.

"I wanted to see if I will be able to fight. It was important to me." I tell him, and he nods.

"I know, but I won't let you fight until you I will be sure that you know what you're doing." Sven tell me.

"Logan said almost the same thing, so he most likely wouldn't allow me to fight, but maybe he would have allowed me to guard the pack house or help with something." I tell him.

"I will talk with Logan about it, and I will let you go next time." He tells me.

I sigh tiredly, but I nod.

"I still expect you to make Logan give us the keys to the shooting room, and I want to go there just with you this time." I say.

"I will talk with him about this in a few days, because I'm sure that he has better things to do right now, and I don't want to bother him with something like this." He tells me.

"Fine." I say before I gesture for him to sit next to me.

"We're going to watch football again, because you annoyed me, so now I will annoy you." I tell him.

He isn't very happy about that, but he decides to not complain, so I quickly find a replay of a football game that I didn't watch before, and I let it play.

"I still have no idea what's going on, and I already watched a lot of football games." Sven tells me after a few minutes.

"Then you're stupid." I tell him seriously, and he glares at me.

"You should explain this to me, if you expect me to watch football with you every other day." He tells me sternly, and I sigh tiredly, but I start to explain what's going on in the game.

"Why does this game have to be this complicated?" He asks me after about half an hour, and I shrug.

"It's not that complicated, it just has a lot of rules." I tell him.

"That's what makes it complicated." He tells me.

I just roll my eyes, and he hits my arm for that.