The unnoticed

Part 25

Authors note: Isn't the picture on the side just too cure?? It's who I imagine as Dante with a little baby! <3

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Layla pov:

‘No baby, it’s not what it looks like. The only reason she was here was because she had information about Troy.’

‘You honestly expect me to believe that’ I snap, ‘What is in it for her if we find him. Nothing, Lindsay has no connection to Troy so why would she want to give you information about him, you who kicked her out of the pack. If you ask me, you were just fucking her while I was out of town’.

‘I did not lay a finger on her’ he growls, getting angry himself. ‘Apparently Troy forced himself once on her and she is set on revenge’.

‘Suuuuuuure’ I mumble while stumbling inside. ‘No warmer welcome back than this right? Oh wait, it is indeed warmer than a few days ago, because now you actually honor me with your presence. How lucky I am’ I scoff while storming to my room. I slam the door closed angrily and lay on my back on the bed, just thinking. ‘Layla let me in, please’ he pleads but I just ignore him. Too tired to even start overanalyzing everything. All I want to do right now is sleep.

‘Please honey’. ‘I’m tired’ I whine. ‘Just see if you can smell her on me which I can assure you. You can’t because I haven’t even shook her hand. You can see nothing happened and then go without a worry in the world to sleep, okay? Stress is not good for the babies’.

I sit straighter after his last words. He’s right. I sigh, walking to the door and unlocking it. As soon as the lock is of he opens it and stands really still so I can smell if he’s lying or telling the truth. I can’t smell anything so I guess I just made too quick assumptions.

‘Alright, you’re right. I’m going to bed now’ I say as I lay down and close my eyes. Vaguely I remember feeling him putting a blanket over me but that could be just my imagination.

 The next morning I wake up still feeling a little sleepy. I slowly open my eyes and notice a small note on the right side of the bed.

Just stay where you are, I’ll be right back.

Love you,

Dante

Well, seeing as I was still tired I decided a little nap wouldn’t do any harm, now would it?

I wake up again by a delicious scent and I slowly sit up. Dante stands by the door opening with a tray full of food. Pancakes, croissant, fruit salad, sandwiches… You name it and he had it on there. So sweet of him.

‘Before we start talking about yesterday I want to apologize for my earlier behavior. There is no excuse for the way I treated you and I feel really bad about it, especially because it was during the holidays and you wanted to tell me you were pregnant.’ I open my mouth to say something  but he beats me to it ‘You have every reason to be mad at me but I really want to make it up to you, to make thinks work between us again. So why not start off with unpacking the Christmas presents under the tree? I haven’t removed any of it because I wanted you to feel the Christmas vibe. And after we’re done we’re going to watch some cheesy Christmas movies’. I offer him a small smile, this is really thoughtful of him and very, very sweet. Still, only a replay of Christmas won’t be enough to get him in my good books. He needs to make a little more effort than that…