Bobcat

One Day, I Promise

Chapter Songs:
Pills - The Perishers
Four Walls -Broods
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Cole's POV:

I slowly crawled out of bed once Dylan and Delia were asleep, their bodies intertwined and her fingers gently tangled in his hair. His face was still slightly red and salt streaked, but he seemed more at peace with his arms around Delia. She adored Dylan, but she had always been quiet about it. Nova had always been stooping over Dylan and obviously declared her dominance. I leaned over them slowly, gently pressing my lips to Delia's cheek before pulling away from them completely. I quietly made my way out of the room, leaving them still asleep.

I walked downstairs in the deep smell of bacon to find my mom sitting in her red leather chair with her book. She glanced up at me slowly, a small smile spreading over her face as she pushed her glasses up on her head.

"Hello, my son. Is he feeling any better?" I nodded slowly as she lowered her book, setting on the small table next to her.

"He's asleep again. Delia's keeping him company," I said with a gentle frown. She frowned herself before uncrossing her legs and getting up from her chair. She walked into the kitchen, I following her. I slid into my usual chair next to the window as Mom slid a plate in front of me. We stayed quiet for a few minutes as I shoved food down my throat. I missed my mom's cooking. I missed proper home cooked meals. Delia and I ordered out so much even though Delia could cook. I treasured my mother's cooking until I caught my mom's eye.

"Mom, thank you for not telling Delia about the thing," I whispered over the piece of bacon that I held against my lips. My mom frowned as she set her coffee cup down on the table.

"Cole, that entire ordeal is your business and I had no right telling her about it. I knew you were listening in. You breathe heavy when you first wake up." Her hands remained around her coffee mug. I felt my cheek grow a bit red as I took another bite of bacon. "Also, you two are loud no matter how quiet you try to be." My cheeks got even more red because I knew exactly what she was talking about. "Trying for children there, Cole?" I rolled my eyes at my mother as I shoved a bite of pancake in my mouth.

"At least she wouldn't lie to me about being pregnant," I mumbled as I set my fork down, glancing away from her. She frowned deeply before getting up from the table.

"Cole, she's not ready for any of that. She has no reason to lie about it. You love her unrequited, and she has close to no fear of you leaving. Delia is the least of your worries. The tag on Twitter about the ring should be your main concern if you don't want her to find out, because she's definitely on to you." She turned her back to me as she started putting everything away, knowing Dylan wasn't going to come down for breakfast. "She seemed pretty intent on letting Dylan move back in last night. I'd watch them carefully if I were you." I frowned as I slid out of my seat, taking my plate to the sink.

She wasn't wrong. Delia obliged that Dylan move back in with us and at this very second, they were intertwined in his bed, fast asleep. He was holding her like I wanted to hold her every day for the rest of my life. She had touched him like she had touched me. She hadn't said dearest like the beginning of a letter. She had called him her dearest. What would happen when he moved back in? I wasn't going to just throw him out over the slightest fear of how close Dylan and Delia were getting. She was just being motherly and supportive of him. That's what I thought until my mind wondered over how he turned his back to me and wrapped his arms protectively around her.

I didn't say a word to my mother. I walked quietly out of the kitchen and back upstairs to my room, shutting the door behind me. There wasn't a sound through the wall to Dylan's room.