Sequel to Coyotes and Wolves, A Milo Manheim Original Story.
Milo Manheim/Jenna Ortega (OFC)
Trauma, Sexual Themes, Trigger Warnings.
Story Quotes:
"...everytime she put herself in my hands, it was like giving me a gift. This was my reward."
"...I f...
"How many people, again?" I asked, my tone coming out mildly urgent. I was still trying to figure out how many damn mouths I had to feed with this whole ridiculous thing.
According to Estella they were all going to be here in the next 10 minutes. So, of course my control freak ass was second guessing if I made enough food.
I finally had just gotten dressed, in a fuzzy multicolored sweater and brown pants--since I'd been distracted all day and hyperfixating on the meal. I didn't have the energy to even deal with my contacts, so today it's glasses for me, I guess.
And, just so you know, Estella lies! I'm not blind. Just needed to read the cooking instructions. And, I'm sure I'll have texts and other stuff I might have to read later.
Oh, just shut up, alright? I'm not blind! Prove it! You can't!
"For the third time, Deliah, Eric, Jordan, Miguel...so, six total." Estella replied, impatiently.
I put my hands on my hips and looked over the spread. My lips pressed into a thin line, and my eyes moving back and forth, carefully (or as Estella would say, obsessively) assessing everything.
"Shit. I really don't think I made enough, baby." I voiced, in a worried tone.
"Milo..." She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. "...You made turkey, stuffing, corn, asparagus, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, macaroni and cheese, dinner rolls, seventy five thousand gallons of gravy, cranberry sauce, and they're bringing pie."
I shot a glare at her mocking tone.
"So, I think we're good, baby!" She added, with a chuckle.
"You've seen Eric eat, right?" I quipped, in a pointed flat tone "I doubt I even made enough for him!"
"Reel it in, Superman." She chided, moving in to wrap her arms around me from the side. "You did an amazing job, you can just chill now."
I rested my head on hers, and sighed.
"I don't have a wolf that just chills, Princess." I grumbled. "I still haven't figured out how to do that yet."
"We're doing something nice for them, and they're all grown-ass adults. If they have a problem, McDonald's is down the street." Estella sassed.
"Sorry, baby." I shook my head. "Just overthinking. It does help that I get to stare at you all night, though." I voiced, in a lighter tone. "You really look beautiful. How are you just fricken adorable in everything?"
"Papi, you're the one that dressed me today." She reminded me with a pointed smile, looking down at the dark emerald green, long puff sleeve, mini dress, with a low square neckline, that I found in her closet. She put her hair in a low ponytail, and added some curls, tying it off with a matching green lace ribbon.
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