We walked in and the smell of wet dog was prominent.
“Smell that?” I asked Ollie grabbing a buggy.
“it smells like wet dog” he said crinkling his nose.
“That babe is the smell of werewolves” I told him laughing, I knew everyone in the store could hear us, and there were no humans present. We went down the first isle. He usually put a bunch of stuff in and I just followed listening to him talk.
“How was school?” I asked him.
“Good” he replied grabbing two loaves of bread.
“Did you make any friends?” I asked him aware of the two men on this isle listening, in fact everyone from 4 miles away was listening. I recognized some scent as people from my school. Shit.
“No, but I got into a fight” he told me.
“Did you win?” I asked him.
“Yes” he answered grinning at me grabbing two tubs of Nutella and peanut butter.
“Why were you fighting?” I asked him.
“He was being mean to Chris” he told me.
“Chris is?” I asked.
“my new friend” he told me.
“let me see you hand” I told him, he held his hand out, his thumb was bruised, he had probably fractured it.
“Look” I said crouching down to his level.
“When you punch someone, with a clenched fist, don’t tuck you thumb in” I told him, flicking his thumb, he pulled it back saying ow.
“Chris’s friends think your pretty” he told me, I snorted.
“That’s promising, 8 year olds find me attractive” I said, he laughed putting a few dozen cans of ravioli and soup in the buggy.
“Deidre” he said while putting 3 boxes of ramen noodles in the buggy.
“Yeah” I answered grabbing some cereal.
“Are girls always so bitchy?” he asked me, I was surprised at first and then I laughed.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Are they always such cunts?” he asked me.
“Yeah, unfortunately most of them are” I told him still laughing he cracked a smile as we turned on the snack isle.
“So besides realizing girls are cunts and getting into a fight did you do anything positive today?” I asked him helping him grabbing mega stuffed and original Oreos. Ollie liked mega stuff I liked original.
“Well” he thought for a minute grabbing some other snacks like donuts and stuff.
“How was your day?” he asked me.
“Shitty” I replied, he laughed as we turned on the candy isle.
“Oh Deidre look candy” he said his eyes lighting up. Why is he so cute?
“4 bags” I told him, he eagerly looked around picking up 5.
“I said 4” I told him.
“But-“
“4” I told him firmly, he put one back still smiling. I tuned into one lady’s thoughts, she thought I was a horrible parent for letting him get what he wants and for his obscene language.
“I want a dog” he told me as we got to the frozen food isle. I grabbed a few pizzas as he got a few bags of pizza rolls.
“Just get one of your werewolf friends to follow you around” I told him grabbed a tub of ice cream, and some popsicles.

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The Alpha's Son
Hombres LoboDeidre Mathews, a nice, sometimes bitchy, hilarious, reserved, being; looking after Ollie, the eight year old who curses like a sailor and eats three times the normal amount for any kid his age, has finally settled down. No more explosions. No more...