My Alpha, My Omega (MxM, Mpreg)

Four - Questions, Questions

[Kline's POV]

I'm startled by his approach that I just nod and take a plate from him. Then he walks toward one of the few empty tables set up by the edge of the open party. I follow him a few steps behind.

We eat in silence side by side, and the awkward feelings come back as I remember that we haven't done this in a long while.

"It's been a few years..."

I gasp. He just laughs. We actually said the same thing to break the awkwardness around us.

I never heard his laugh since... since I moved out into the pack house.

He used to laugh at my lousy jokes... but his effortless jokes and smiles made my chest warm with...

He resumes his meal in a lighter mood while I just stare at him.

"If you're not going to eat your food, I'll steal them."

I look at my plate, then at his. He's definitely hungry. He's done this a few times years ago, as well. I can never not let him steal my meals.

"You just came back from the other pack's business, right?"

"Yeah. I'm actually hungry and tired. Need a bath too. We just got here not a couple hours ago and the pack's all ready to receive the guests. It's crazy how Pops and Mom handle more stuff even when they're handling other stuff. I can never be on their level. How can you live with them all those years ago? It's still perplexing to this day-"

I can't help but stifle a laugh at his words. He's never the kind to be quiet when he's in a very good mood...

I miss him.

His hands suddenly snatch some finger food from my plate. He immediately put some into his mouth and he munches them casually as if he didn't just steal from mine.

It's a funny visual, so my voice gets out of my mouth in the form of a laugh. Then, I can't stop laughing.

A few long seconds after, hot tears form from behind my eyes as I finally able to stop laughing. I wipe the uninvited tears with my shirt sleeves and the napkin.

When I manage to compose myself and look around, I notice that he's stopped eating. Now he's just gazing at me quietly, with a weird expression.

I ignore his soft stares as I resume to eat what's left on my plates. It's embarrassing enough that I burst out laughing from out of nowhere... I don't need for him to look at me like I'm crazy.

"Just eat, Anzel. I'll get more for you."

-

"Uh..."

"Yes?"

Anzel hesitates as he contemplate whatever he wants to say to me.

I watch him curiously. He feels like the young Anzel I've known now that I take a good look at him.

Still the Anzel I knew. I wonder why I've grown apart from him, of all people. Why is that, exactly?

"I'm sorry."

Anzel looks up to me in surprise. He's fidgeting nervously and picking at splints on the wood bench we're sitting on. That's the one tiny habit I find of him still doing to this very second, apparently.

Yes, he's still the Anzel I knew, definitely.

"What for, Kline? You've never done anything wrong."

I open my mouth, but no sound comes out.

Anzel observes me tenderly, his eyes warm and soft. "I miss you."

I...

I break our eye contact by looking down at my clasped hands.

"I miss you guys too. I miss the time when we're still eating dinner together, as a family."

I hear him sigh softly beside me, his posture straightening.

What did I say? I look up to him, only to find him observing the party crowd on the other side of the clearing.

"You can still come over to have dinner with Pops and Mom. I always go two to three times a week. You know, right?" He looks at me when he pauses. "Just come home with me."

I see that he's begging me quietly with his honest eyes. I can't turn him down.

"Alright. I miss Pops' meat galore pizza."

Anzel laughs heartily. I can't help but laugh along.

After we've settled down, I can't help but notice that I've been missing out on so many things, due to the fact that I made myself scarce from my own family.

I talk to them from time to time, but I actually avoid Anzel like he's the plague.

I'm guilty of abandoning him, no excuse.

I'll try to be there for him, whether he needs me or not.

"What were you trying to say just now, Anzel?"

"Oh, that. Uh..." Anzel stops himself.

He looks conflicted, so I take his fidgeting hand in mine.

His hand is a warrior's and labourer's hand. Hard, calloused and thick-skinned. Strong and warm.

My hand is the complete opposite. I am an Omega, after all. No matter how much housework and fixing up stuff I do, my hands stay skinny and cold.

Anzel twists his hand and meets his palm to mine and intertwining his fingers with mine. Then, he squeezes my hand gently.

It feels nice. I'm consciously stealing his warmth as we stay quiet just like this.

"Tell me." I prompt him.

He inhales a few quiet breaths before he makes up his mind.

"Can you listen to my heart beats?"

"Ok." I focus my ears to pick up on his heart beats. Quite fast.

I look at him. He's hiding his face away from me. "Why are you nervous, Anzel?"

I feel him squeezing my hand again, then he lets go.

"I think I need more time before I can tell you. I'm sorry." He gets up from the bench, away from me.

"I'm going to sleep." He glances once but his eyes don't quite meet mine. Then, he turns away and walk towards the pack house.

I suddenly feel cold, as I watch him get surrounded by the neighbouring packs' werewolves. He takes some time to talk to them, before he finally manages to escape.

I can't find it in me to smile at his flustered countenance...

Why?