Unpredicted Mates

Chapter Eighteen

Dedicated to- WhiteWolf1973

The door closed and I heard a tiny soft voice, 

"Hi Annabelle" 

Samuel? I turned around to see the young boy smiling up at me holding a tube to his chest in both his hands. 

"Samuel, what are you doing in here?" I asked my voice coming out a bit squeaky while I tried to hide myself using the little bit of towel that was drooping over my shoulder.

"Mummy asked me to give this to you" he said outstretching his arms to show me the tube, I was stuck to the spot I was stood in. Having no idea what to do. 

"Okay that's nice of you, can you just leave it on the bed for me" 

He walked over to the bed and put the tube down, I was expecting him to walk back out of the room but no instead I watched as he struggled to jump up on to the bed right next to my pajamas. 

"Does your mummy not want you?" he shook his head with a little rebellious smile. 

"Samuel does your mummy know your out of bed?" he nodded and whispered 

"But she told me to go straight to bed" 

Too cute.

"Shouldn't you listen to your mummy then?" I walked over to the bed and grabbed the pajamas using them to hide a little more of myself from him.

He shrugged in reply "I'm hungry" 

"You should go ask your mummy if you can have some supper then" he looked around like he was thinking,

"I'll wait for you" This boy wasn't going anywhere was he? 

"Okay then one minute" I said rushing into the bathroom trying to get away from him so I could change but it didn't work he slid down the bed and followed me into the bathroom. 

"Samuel, can you wait in that room please?" he looked up at me through his long lashes with his innocent yellowish-green cat eyes. 

"Why?" Samuel.

"I need to get changed" 

"I watch mummy change sometimes" he said innocently 

"That's different though" 

"Why?" 

"Because it is" 

"Why?" I pinched the top of my nose with my index finger and thumb, why? How could I answer that? Right now he was annoying me, why? I give in, that's why. 

"It doesn't matter" 

"Okay" he said joyfully like he had won. I was still holding the pajamas to my chest covering myself from this sneaky really cute four-year-old boy as we walked back into the bedroom.

"Why don't you sit on the bed" I said knowing it would distract him long enough for me to get the shirt on. 

I was right. He turned towards the bed, I quickly ragged the buttoned shirt from the hanger, unwrapping the towel from my head ignoring the few hairs it did pull out and slipped the long-sleeved leopard print t-shirt over my head. Sliding my arms in, gasping as the wound on my right arm catches on some of the material. The shirt was now fully intact and Samuel was still looking away, having trouble jumping up onto the high bed.

I picked up the hanger and pants that I had dropped and pulled them off it too leaving the hanger empty. One at a time I put my smooth newly shaved legs into the pants enjoying the feeling of the pink pants being brand-new.