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Benni's POV:
Nate and I spent a good day together after we solved my nightmare issue. The guys found out why Nate freaked on Chris. Now I'm not even able to use the restroom without them laughing at me and making jokes. I hate that I said anything about the dream. Nate gets pissy every time someone says anything. I just try to ignore it's not that easy.
Today Nate decided to spend the day in his office. He was really sick of all the jokes the guys kept making. I felt bad enough. Hunter kept going on about how after you find your mate you should never think about other men, and how it wasn't right. I didn't know what to say.
I don't even understand why I had the dream. I have never thought of Chris that way. EVER! I had no excuss and well frankly, no reason. I kept thinking about the hurt look I kept seeing on Nate's face. He has been avoiding me all day.
I walked out to the backyard to find all the guys out there. Great! Just my luck! "Hey Benni, come to dream about one of us?" "Yeah, I'm free, feel free to dream." "I can make your dreams come true." Everyone kept make snide comments and making fun of me. It's not my fault. "FUCK YOU GUYS!!" I screamed. I turned around and ran into Nate.
I looked at him and just shoved past him into the house. I ran upstairs and into Mason's room. I shut the door behind me and locked it. "Ssshhh, Mason, it's just mommy." I cooed, when he started making noises. I walked over to his craddle and picked him up.
I stayed in Mason's room for like six hours. Hunter and the guys kept walking upstairs trying to apologize. I just ignored them and didn't answer. The one person I wanted to come comfort me, didn't. I held Mason sleeping in my arms until I couldn't feel them anymore. I got up and put him back in his crib. I didn't feel like leaving his room. For some reason being in here eased my mind and made me feel a little better.
I walked over to Mason's dresser and grabbed a big blanket out of the bottom drawer. Tonight I felt like sleeping by my baby. I carried the blanket over to the rocking chair/recliner, and curled up on it. I grabbed a small pillow sitting next to the chair and pulled the lamp string making it dark besides the little night light by Mason's crib. I tucked myself into a ball under the blanket and started to fall asleep.
~~~ Later On~~~
I awoke to Mason crying. He must be hungry. I turned over and switched the lamp on. I was blinded for a minute, then I got up and walked over to his crib. He had a stinking diaper. I picked Mason up and took him to the changing table. When I was done changing him, I sat down in the rocking chair and started feeding Mason.
I looked down at my little boy as he ate and smiled. He looked so much like his father. I felt a wet tear slide down my face. Why couldn't my Mate care as much as I do? Why can't he see that I try? I wiped away the tear angry with myself for crying. There was no point. Crying wasn't going to solve anything.
Mason finished eating and fell back asleep right away. I carried him back over to his crib and layed him down. I then turned the lamp back off and curled into the chair. If he didn't want to show he cared. Then I wasn't going to show I did. I thought as I drifted back to sleep.
