Book Smart

Eighty Eight

"Leave them, Baby."

I know Silas means well, but he isn't even looking at the prices of the skeins of yarn as he tosses each one that he catches my eyes lingering on... And grabbing my hands every time I try and take some of them out.  His lips are currently brushing against my knuckles as he holds my hands up to his face after tossing the beautiful medium purple yarn back where I had grabbed it from inside the rapidly filling cart. I had only wanted one... Maybe two skeins... Not eight of them. Added to the other skeins of yarn he had deemed necessary to add to our shopping cart- the one he had thought to grab on our way over to the crafting section.

The color is one that I actually want... One that I had allowed me to pick-up off the shelf and show him... The softness and weight of the almost satiny finish just the right thing to continue to soothe away the anxiousness that had surged forward in my chest in the family planning section. It was more of just to show him how pretty it was...

Silas is almost too sweet for words, finally noticing how uncomfortable I've become as he finally gives me back my hand, "I know you want to head home. How about we just pick the colors for the sweaters and then we can leave."

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Silas
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"I-I thought you wanted those colors for the sweaters?" My sweet boy looks down all wide-eyed at the co tents of the cart and then back at me, actually meeting my eyes, "I know none of them really match... But... But Silas!" Hearing my name spill from his viciously soft lips throws me off, but not in a bad way, "You don't know how expensive yarn is! This is too much!"

"Don't worry about that, Doll", Little does he know that money for the two of us would never be an issue. In order to literally try and bribe my grandfather to stay and lead the pack, the elders had made him decided to raise the Alpha's monthly stipend as more of an incentive to get him to stay home for longer periods of time. They had kept the raise in place once they realized that the Timberwolf genetics and predisposition to wander runs rampant in the men in our family though it did nothing to keep my father around.

It honestly hasn't held much appeal to me either, mostly just sitting in my bank account gathering just as much dust as it was interest... Until now, that is. Instead of wanting to spend all of my time running as wild as I can allow myself to be here on the territory I now have someone to spoil... Someone worth spending time, attention, and money on if only to see the way his face lights up with his bashful version of excitement and shock... To make him walk his beautiful butt over to where I'm standing and snuggle up to me in a standing cuddle and try to tell me, "You have to let me put some back, Daddy. It's too much."

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Adrian
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"It's not too much, Beautiful. Don't worry about the cost, just let Daddy take care of you."

Daddy can take care of me all he wants, but he doesn't seem to understand that he's got a small pile of spun gold in our shopping cart that is absolutely overpriced and kind of overwhelming, "I've never bought more than a few skeins at a time..."

"They're called skeins? Not balls?" The way he phrases the question shouldn't be funny. But it is, and it's funny enough to make us both pause and chuckle, the humor of a shared but unsaid amount of inappropriateness flashing through our link as we both try and move past it.

"No, they aren't called balls until you ball them up with a winder or by hand, and these", I step away from Silas just long enough to point to the squat balls of yarn that always make me smile with their softness" Are called cakes. And you seem to be missing the point...Si-Daddy... Yarn is expensive here and I don't have any coupons."

"Don't worry about it, Addy-Baby. Let Daddy spoil you...", the statement is growled in a way that makes my toes curl inside my sneakers, and I have to give my face for a moment when Silas pulls me back into his arms and pulls me back a few steps, rotating me until my back is to his chest so we can both look at isle before us, half of it taken up by embroidery hoops and all different assortments of various craft needles, the larger half of it homing skein after glorious skein of different yarns. Not as big of a selection that we would find at an actual craft store, but big enough to feel kind of intimidating and overwhelming.

At first, we're standing in front of a darker section, the deep cerulean blues and vibrantly deep claret and forest green tones almost too deep to look at, much less try and crochet without a lighted hook- something I currently don't have. 

I shuffle my thoughts away from the rechargeable hooks as fast as J can to avoid Silas getting it into his head that I need those to go with my new hoard of yarn, instead choosing to distract us both by laying my arms over his to keep him wrapped around me and moving up the aisle until we're standing in front of baby blues, soft pinks, and different shades of cream and mint and I finally see two colors that would go absolutely beautifully with each other... And just my luck they're on sale so I don't have to feel bad when Silas reaches past me and grabs multiple skeins of both colors, planting a firm smiling kiss on my cheek before wiggling one of the calmingly colored skeins in front of my face to tickle my nose before waddling us back to the cart finally ready to head home.