The Alpha and The Protector [Editing in Progress]

chapter 8

My eyes slowly started to open. All I saw was black with red florals.

My ceiling. Which means I'm in my room.

I tried to get up, but was immediately attacked by a headache. I sqeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my temples.

"Fudge," I groaned.

The headache had finally receded after what felt like hours. Now all I could feel was the pounding of blood in my head.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

As if the pounding was my lullaby, I fell asleep.

I woke up again, but I felt someone holding my hand. It was Liam.  

The headache was gone, and I felt refreshed. I guess I was tired after talking to Trinity.

Wait a minute.

After talking to her, there was this Faerie. Oh, now I remember what happened after talking to her.

The faerie, the war, and the facts. They're back.

I guess I will gather everyone around and talk to them all at once later. 

Which reminds me. Liam.

Haha, I forgot about him.

Both his hands was holding my left hand, while my right hand laid limp on the other side. It looks to me like he is asleep. Let him rest. Since I didn't want to wake him up, I closed my eyes and let the silence fill my ears.

This is so boring. I am bottling up my giddiness, right now.

Taking a deep breath, I focused on Liam. I was going to look inside of his head.

What I saw made me smile.

He was dreaming of our marriage, then our family. We had two kids, a boy and a girl. They looked beautiful, just like their parents, I mentally giggled. We lived in a big house with white picket fences. I have a thing about those, I don't know why, but I just love those. Maybe its because it makes the house look adorable.

Oh well.

In the dream, Liam and I were cuddled up on the couch, watching the kids play chess. Thats funny, 'cause I hate chess.

I exited the dream part and dove into his thoughts and memories. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm invading his personal area, but he won't mind, I think.

His memories consisted of him with his parents, with his friends and with me. His thoughts were of his parents and of... me.

Wow, his thoughts were so sweet.

I went to the first day we met, and the memory started playing in my head, except everything was in Liams point of view.

I was at the playground, excuse me, I meant Liam was at the playground.

Liam was playing soccer with the seven year old version of Tyler and Justin.

How adorable! They look so cute! Wonder what happened... Just kidding!

"Pass the ball to me Ty!" Liam yelled. Then Tyler kicked the ball into the air, but before the ball reached Liam, someone jumped in and head butted the ball.

"Hey! That's my ball!" Liam yelled at the person.

Oh, my gosh! That's me! That is so cool. Six year old me turned around to face Liam. Mini me was wearing a red cap, ripped jeans, and a baggy shirt.

"You gotta catch me if you want the ball, slow pokes!" She teased, then started dribbling the ball towards the goal.

'Who does she think she is!?'