Mates

chapter 20

"Mom, I'm here" I yell and put my coat on the rack before heading to the kitchen where I could smell something good. I saw my mom cooking bacon. Mom was on the phone talking to someone so I just went up to her and pecked her cheek before grabbing a piece of bacon from the small pile she had on the side.

Ending the conversation with the other person, my mom hung up "Hey honey. Don't eat anymore bacon, I'm making a bacon sandwich and I can't do that with-" she swatted my hand away when I reached for yet another bacon strip "-out bacon" she finished.

Letting out a giggle I ate my strip of bacon. "Are you making some for me too?"

"God gave you two hands, use them" was her reply as she walked to the counter. Setting her plate down, she ate deliberately slow just to torture me. She seemed amuse by my facial expression of annoyance

I huff and get up to make my own sandwich. I pile on the ham and turkey, before I start putting the rest of the stuff on it. "Tam stop stuffing your sandwich with meat. That's unhealthy for you" My mom chastise. Clearly she does not know me well enough to know there is never enough meat on something.

Scoffing, I looked at her directly in the eye and put three more pieces of ham in my sandwich "Oh please, I need meat more than I need air" Okay so maybe that was an exaggeration, but it felt like it's true. Meat, and food in general is life. The amount of food I consume worries many people, but I don't gain as much weight as I should. Surprisingly.

Rolling her eyes, she looks at me and just laughed "When's Jared coming over?" she said changing the subject.

"Well I don't know. I told him he can come whenever, but he was sort of mad when I left his house.." I say, trailing off at the end. Why is he such a jealous turd? I will never look at another guy the way I look at him. No one can compare to him. He should know that.

"Why was he sort of mad?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Cause I ran into a new guy in town and he wanted me to show him around and Jared got mad" I say nonchalantly. I mean it was no big deal! I had done absolutely nothing wrong. I don't l like this new guy or anything. Which is why I thought it was okay for me to be able to show him around. Some other time of course unless he met someone else that could show him around.

Sighing my mom got up, walking over to me, she stood behind me with her arm on my shoulder "Werewolves are super jealous of what they consider theirs. If anyone other than themselves have their mates attention for far too long" at that she snatched my sandwich and took a huge bite.

"Give it back" I say, already reaching out for the sandwich. She steps back and takes another bite out my sandwich. "Don't you dare eat anymore" I whine.

Getting up off my seat, she notices and makes a run for the living room giggling along the way. Dashing through furniture, a safe distance away from me. Finally my patience subsides and I launch myself at her, but she dodges me and I end up sprawled on the living room floor. Not even the rug softened the loud thud that resonated through the house. Ugh.

As if this whole thing whole thing was funny, she laughs loudly. Still eating my sandwich.

Groaning, I get up and snatch the sandwich out her hand while she was too busy laughing at me. Grumbling"Why you childish woman" I dusted my butt and finished what-little was left of the sandwich.

Rubbing my arm where most of my weight landed on, I winced. "I bruised my arm lady" I accused her.

"I didn't tell you to throw yourself at me"

"You had my sandwich"

"That's not enough of a reason for you to launch at me like that" she retorts.

I hate that she's right but I'm a stubborn person so. "Is too"

"Is not"

"Is too"

We kept on bantering back and forth, neither one letting down.

The doorbell rings. Yet we don't pay attention to it and keep on arguing as if we were two year old's.

It rings again, and again until one of us hears it. "You go get it" she says and then walks away from me as if it was the end of the "argument" oh hell no.

"This is not over!" I yell at her. Walking towards the door I open it quite hurriedly. Who stands there was not the person I was expecting. But I sure as hell was so happy to see them. But more importantly shocked.

No way in hell could he come back!.

"Chase" his name an unfamiliar sound to my ears.

"Ive missed you Tammy" he lets the bag on his shoulder drop to the floor and wraps his arms around me.

"I've missed you too" my voiced muffled by his shirt. Letting go of him I step to the side "Come in"

Bending down he picks up his bag and walks past me, the wall and him making me feel like a dwarf.

Closing the door I follow him to the living room where my mom had returned, clearly oblivious to the person behind her. Slowly he got behind her and grabbed her shoulders.

"ah!" she yells, a hand flying to where her heart is at. Turning around she glares before her facial expression changes into that of shock then a huge smile spreads across her face and she too yells his name "Chase! You're back!" spreading her arms, she hugs him and then lets go only to have him at arms length. "You've grown so much! Look at you, you're so handsome!" she gushes.

A slight pink tint colored his cheeks"Thanks" he had his hand in his hair and his lip tucked between his teeth, a nervous, shy habit he hasn't let go off.

Looking at him once again and taking in his appearance, shaggy dirty blonde hair, a 5 o'clock shadow covering his jaw, his piercing blue eyes not so bright nor did it hold the happiness as it used to. His broad shoulders slumped over.

All of that so new, but I took it all in. The shock wearing off. He's really here. Chase is back and he's standing in my living room.

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