My Bully, My Mate | Complete

Chapter 11

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Nicola's POV

"Mommy look, a lady spider!"

I couldn't help but let a small smile slip to my lips as I watched his bubbly figure prance around to the 'lady spider', his youthful care free smile lighting up the park. The grass crushed beneath his ever so small sneakers while the wind pushed against his five year old figure.

"Ken, what have I told you about spiders? They will eat you alive if you get too close!" Elizabeth shouts, her hands clutching tight on her pram as she screams to her son. I simply smile in return as I let the sun's light bounces along my skin, warming me as we continue to walk.

Ken stops immediately, his face stricken with fear before he turns and runs toward me – screaming I might add. And as his small arms wrap around my thigh and his head buries in my leg I send a questioning gaze to his mother, Elizabeth. But all she does is shrug as a sheepish smile slips to her lips.

"You'll protect me won't you Nicky?" I smile, loving the how vulnerable he sounded but the way he made me feel important made me happy. I drop the round soccer ball in my hand as I kneel down to be eye to eye with him. His blue eyes shift to fall into mine.

"Always," I say before kissing his forehead. "But for now, I need to kick your sorry little bum at soccer!" I shout, giving him a small shove that causes him to take a step back and kick the ball to the other side of the park.

Laughing, he runs after it, a look of determination as he breaths through his mouth. Due to his werewolf speed, he easily reaches the ball in a matter of seconds before I stand behind him. I tease him playfully as he clumsily shuffles his feet around the round ball, moving it up and down before I –pretending it was hard of course- take it from him and dribble a little to the left.

I giggle as his face falls a little. But, like any extraordinary boy, he pushes his failure away and chases after me, determined more than ever to get it back.

Giggles erupt from both of us as we play for the next hour or so.

Smiling, and sweating horrendously, I shuffle towards Elizabeth. She sat smiling on a wooden bench, her baby girl spread in her arms as she watches her son dribble with the ball up and down the field. Moving her attention to me, her smile widens as she suppresses a laugh.

"Oh god, even I didn't sweat that much when I was your age," She jokes, and through her sunglasses, I see a glint pass through them. I poke out my tongue, wiping the beads of sweat onto my shoulder before slipping on to the bench.

"Excuse me, I don't sweat; I glitter," I joke, dramatizing it a little as silence passes between us.

"When I was your age. Crap, I sound like a 30 year old mother already," Elizabeth states, her gaze falling to her baby girl, Jayde, in her arms. I sigh in response; my head rising slightly to stare at the white puffy clouds that floated in the blue sky.

"Hey, you were sixteen when you had Ken, you weren't really thinking when you were with 'Dick Itty-bitty'," I point out. I hear a small sigh escape her lips. She shifts her gaze to Ken once again. He was now kicking the ball between to tall trees, throwing his hands in the air when they went through.

I'd love to say they were small goals, but they were really quite a far way apart. But his happiness to succeed was a great thing to see.

Would Xavier play with kids?

I shake the question as quickly as it came, returning my attention back to Elizabeth, the pain that floated with that question hitting my stomach.