you'd think double imprinting would make love easier, but for paul lahote and cole foster, it only seems to make things more complicated.
paul lahote x male!oc
imprints / best friends to lovers
pre-new moon - ?
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chapter three; THE FIRST PUNCH.
BY THE time Cole finally managed to get away from the party, a few long, exhausting hours had passed. The sun now hung low in the sky and stars shone down on him from high above. Most everyone had begun gathering inside instead of around Jared's chilly, dimly lit pool, and those that only came for the pool had already left.
However, Cole had more important matters to attend to: what he wanted for dinner.
"Maybe tacos? Oh, or chicken tacos! Or lasagna. Lasagna's always good."
Cole heard Billy sign on the other end of the line, "Jacob wants porkchops."
Cole scratched the back of his head. They both knew Cole had to eat five times a normal person, which is why he was grateful Jacob thought he was in a cult, and thus avoided him like the plague, including mealtimes. "Yeah, alright, porkchops it is," Cole shrugged, "but I'm not sure where you're gonna buy five packs of porkchops without looking like a madman."
"You have such little faith in me," Billy rolled his eyes. "I've been doin' this since you were eight, boy, remember?"
Cole softly smiled, "Yeah, I remember."
"Uncle Billy," Cole murmured, shaking softly in his uncle's coat as he sits on the couch in his uncle's living room. He looked down at his hands, his eyes flashing in fear as he vividly remembers them being paws a mere three hours prior. "I'm scared."
Billy watched him with a sad face. He'd never experienced a shifter changing so early, and despite Cole being merely eight years old, he'd have to hold the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Billy reached out, grabbing Cole's hand and strongly squeezing.
"You'll be alright, boy. I'll keep you safe."
Cole looked up, disbelief, fear, and gratefulness evident in his stare. Behind Billy, however, were four figures. Cole swallowed as he found the gaze of a four-year-old Jacob, and then the twins Rebecca and Rachel who matched Cole's age; they all looked at him curiously. Sarah, however, Billy's wife, had a look akin to mourning in her eyes as she looked at the boy.
Billy turned, sending a soft smile to the presences behind him. He didn't have to say it, not really; it was evident that from this moment forward they'd be a forever family.
"When you gonna be home, Cole?" Billy questioned, snapping Cole out of his reminiscent haze.
Cole briefly looked back at the party, "I don't know yet. If we aren't out of here within the hour, I'll drag Paul home."
