Cold Rejection

The impenetrable Bubble

First of all, let me apologize, not only for failing to update yesterday but for providing you with such 'meh' smut. In all my life as a perv ZanderXHazel, pairing is one of my least smexy couples. Honestly, usually I can see porn in my head but these two are just too cute to me. I couldn't soil them with my perversion.  So my ghost, accept my sincere apologies. Or ignore this and continue. Either is fine.

When he next awoke, it was with hazel eyes looking across a strong chest, head pillowed by firm arms and a hand laid gently on Zander's solid torso. They were in bed, he had no idea how they had gotten from the couch to the mattress, nor how the alpha had managed to clean or dress him in his pajamas without his knowledge.

But as he felt a firm hold on his hips, he tilted his head to catch a glimpse of Zander's face free from all and any exterior factors. There was something about his sleeping feature, something pure and innocent, fragile even that redden Hazel's cheeks in embarrassment. And as the omega ran a hand across the alpha's cheek, feeling the little stubbled of his five o'clock shadow, a smile spread across his lips and he felt, special of all things.

How did this come to be? He wondered silently, as his fingers paused at the edge of thin, red kissed lips.

Two weeks ago, he was nervous, giddy, the skin of his heart pink and sensitive under the scars of what once was. And now? Now it was beating faster, louder, uncaring of the past as it simply looked forward.

Where? He wondered, did he picked up this feeling of security over the past two weeks? Hazel wasn't naive, or at least, he'd like to think himself aware and matured to the ways of reality, yet at this point and time, he felt as though he was living in a bubble. A sphere that gives the feeling of strength, surrounding not only himself but Vince and Zander. It floated above the word as he knew it, the tar, the mud, the dirt and thorns of the real and the uncertain. In the horizon was their future. The continuation of this: 

Crazy energetic mornings with Vince, sleeping beside Zander and dinner filled with laughter, banter and the occasional argument between father and son.

Hazel buried his face in the fold of his mate's neck, his breath tickling the alpha's skin and drawing a sleepy groan from the resting leader.

It was all the omega could do to stop the obvious what if from clouding the clear blue skies of this fantasy. But still, it finds him and he thinks; "What if it pops? What then? As strong and impenetrable as his little bubble appeared, he knew it fragile and weak, a stiff wind could easily blow it astray. A ray of the light, eventually, shatter its walls.

Suddenly there was a familiar tune. Hazel rolled out of Zander's arm, waken the alpha in the process, and turned to the nightstand where he usually left his phone to charge. He caught a glimpse of the alarm clock and knew before even taken hold of his cellar device who he was to answer to.

Grateful for his clothed form, Hazel steep out of bed and walked a little way from the mattress as he accepted the call.

"Anything new?" He greeted the head nurse. Three times a week she called him with a status report on Xavier's condition. The calls were always at the exact same time and usually lasted somewhere between 30 seconds to 2 minutes. This call lasted 10! 

Jasmine first reported the former's alpha occasional spike in brainwaves, the rapid deterioration in muscle mass and the few times over the past two nights were some of her nurses claimed his heart had stopped.Mid-way through the conversation, Hazel chanced a glance toward the bed and offered Zander a tight smile when he was met with dark eyes.He raised a finger, gesturing for a moment and walked into the bathroom for privacy.

When he returned to the main room, Zander was out of bed, his phone held between his cheek and shoulder as he hurriedly pulled on his shoes. Speaking rapidly into the receiver.