A Different Type

14. Consummation

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Chapter 14: Consummation 

Jenson’s POV 

“I have never seen any person, warlock or witch, or any powered individual wielding enough power to rip a spleen straight out of a body without actually using a spell or incantation. He has immense power hidden inside.” The doctor looked back at Maria and looked at her incredulously. “Did you know of the power this child held, and did you know that you two were aligned in the stars?” He pointed to me then

“What do you mean by that doctor? Do you mean that we’re meant for each other or what exactly are you saying?” He gave me a dumbfounded look and went to his study to get some sort of book that will explain it better. He came back after a few minutes and placed down a book with a thick layer of dust that’s been collected over the years coloring the seams with a grayish brown. He opened the book and searched for a specific chapter and made his way to Maria once he found it. He pointed to a specific paragraph in the first page of the chapter. Marias eyes grew larger and filled with shock. The doctor then flipped the pages and came to a stop right before the chapter ends. 

Marias eyes grew even larger if that was even possible. This was starting to frustrate me. “What is going on? Can someone explain please?” Maria then took the book from the doctor’s hands and came and stood by my side, she pointed to a display of portraits. Portraits that look exactly like me and Marcel only were painted in the early 18th century. “Maybe we are descendants of them?” Maria pointed to the names. “I don’t think so?” 

Right under each portrait the names of the people portrayed in the paintings were stated. Marcelus Craven Duboire and Jenson Craven Duboire. “Wait they were married?” the doctor nodded and added another word that I kept hearing. “They were mates, Your Highness.” I gave the book to the doctor and asked him to hide the book in my office drawer, I don’t want Jenson finding out about this. “Maria, I don’t think we should tell Jenson about this just yet, I’ve known since the first night you guys moved in but I wasn’t sure, that was until the night I invited him over for dinner, and the fire. Maria, he showed me all his forms that night, and when he was done shifting there was one word echoing in my mind the remainder of the time we’ve been together.” She hugged me and rubbed soft circles on my back. “I know sweet heart, I know it's ok, and I would not mind having you as a son in law at all, you’ll give me the cutest grand babies!” I smiled and hugged her back and relished in the pure comfortably this woman provides with every interaction we had thus far.

Marcel’s POV

I woke up with an ache in my head, I stood up and out of bed and went to the bathroom to relieve my bladder of holding all the liquid. I changed into the sweater Jenson gave me and opted for some short shorts for maximum comfort. I took my phone and my cup of water and went downstairs to the kitchen and made myself an iced coffee, I checked Instagram and YouTube to see if there were any messages or comments I missed while I was down and out. A few asked for any new videos coming from me and I forgot that I haven’t even filmed yet. With this new found optimism I made my way to our room, stopped when that thought popped in, did I just call Jenson’s room our room? That was so cute.

I took a quick shower and got dressed in some clothing I stole from Jenson’s closet and made my way down again, but this time to the front door. I got to the front door and the butler opened the door and asked me if he should have a car brought to the front for me. “That would be lovely thank you ... .what's your name?” He looked at me and said that pleasantries were not necessary, so I gave him a hand shake. “Nice to meet you Bobby, I’m Marcel.” Shock evidently took over and he started stuttering “Ho…how..i didn’t … is so weird, how did…? The honk of the Camaro interrupted his words and I made my way to the passenger seat and asked the driver to go straight to the mall.  

On the drive there I made a note of all the things I needed, clothes, makeup, toiletries and obviously a new studio set up as everything was burnt to a crisp because some dick head didn’t like me. Enough of that trauma dump. 

I got to the mall and told the driver if he could go back to the palace and come back in either the limo or a bigger car as the amount of bags I would have to carry wouldn’t fit in this Camaro. He nodded very politely and I went to open the door “Fucking rich asses always barking orders to us middle class people!” I looked at him and I narrowed my eyes at him “What did you just say?” He gave me a look and shook his head. ”Nothing sir, we only speak when we are spoken to.” I was so confused and gave him another look, but really confused this time. 

“Did you not just say that we rich asses always bark orders?” His eyes grew big but he recovered fairly quickly. “No I did not, sir.” “How the fuck did he know that, is this bitch crazy or something?” I huffed and opened the door and stood there with the car door open. “No I’m not fucking crazy, and I’m not a bitch either. Keep your lower class opinions about other people to yourself and when you get back to the palace I suggest you quit or I will get you fired. ASSHOLE!’ and slammed the door which caused the entire car to shake and almost tilt over. 

What the actual fuck is going on with me. I shook the feeling of uneasiness off and went in the mall and started on my shopping. 

4 hours later 

I came outside with all 43 bags in hand and took a breath. Jeez that was a struggle bus of a shopping spree. I drained my bank account but these things were needed anyways so not a total loss. The limo parked in front and opened the trunk as well as the passenger side door. I put all the bags in the trunk and kept the ones with all my electronics with me. The limo driver signaled me and I told him I’m fine and that he could start driving home. 

The next few minutes of the drive was just me alone with my thoughts on what the actual fuck was really going on today. So deep in thought that I didn’t notice my phone ringing until it was too late. It was Jenson, I was around the corner anyway so I just didn’t call back. Upon arrival I opened the door and stepped out and asked the butler just to be careful with the bags and that he can take it to the spare room next to Jenson’s if he can, otherwise I can do it, no problem. 

Just before I could fully turn around I was almost run over by my sister. She wrapped her arms around me and wiped her tear stained face when she eventually let me go. “Where the hell were you puta, mom and Jenson have been going crazy when they noticed you were gone” I looked at my phone and saw about a hundred missed calls from both of them and a few from my sister. 

“They went on and on about if you were dead and mom just kept on saying you guys never consummated the bond and that she’ll never have grand babies.”

“Wait what did you say, consummation, grand babies. Bitch I could be dead and all she’s worried about is being a grandmother!”

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