Blood vs. Water

Chapter 3

*I'm tired of spacing an indent. It's annoying that I cannot do that on this screen. But oh well. As always I do not own any music or pictures on this work. The words are my own! 

I have no idea what music to pair with this part of my story if you have any ideas leave a comment. I'm at a loss right now. Probably too much editing, my brain feels like its turning to mush! XD

I figured out what I wanted here. But if y'all have any suggestions for different songs let me know!

Hope you enjoy.*

It was a long time before I could move away from the toilet with confidence that I was completely cleaned out. Talon raced into the room holding a brown bag and smiled brilliantly. "I made you something!" He half yelled. I could smell the sweet cinnamon cookies we always made together. "Cookies?" I asked him. Talon made a 'ew-grose' face and helped me to my feet.

I was happy to see him, and surprised to find no one in the room when we entered it. My stomach growled angrily at the delicious smell of cinnamon cookies. "Did you make them by yourself?" I asked him curiously. Talon has tried before, almost burnt the house down in the process but he did try. The memory flashed before his eyes, the look of shock that came over him momentarily dissolved into happiness.

He smiled up at me and answered, "Ms. Sarah helped me make them." I froze, "she's here?" I asked him. He nodded, "she is married to the future alpha. My daycare teacher is a future alpha of this pack!" I pulled him close to me, "we call them Luna's, men are the Alphas. How exciting you and Ms. Sarah got to make your very own favorite cookies." I tried to keep the enthusiasm in my voice as I spoke to him.

"Have you been back to daycare?" I asked him. He shook his head, "I miss Lydia. Ms. Sarah said that Lydia misses me too. But they don't want me to go too far from you. They said you have am-zig-gy-ity." I took a deep breath and nodded, "yes I do have anxiety." He smiled and opened the bag, "Can we go outside today?" I shrugged and buried my face in his head to take a deep breath. Talon is here, it's him and he is safe. It was easier to calm myself and remind my fears that he was ok when he was in my arms.

"I don't think they will let me outside." I told him finally. Talon looked sad at that. He did not deserve to be sad. "We will try when I start to feel better, I promise!" His little tanned face lit up.

"Who have you been hanging out with?" I asked him quickly to change the subject. "Well there is Sarah and her husband Erand. They help me make cookies for you." He said pulling one out for me. "The first batch we made was not very good, they let me make them by myself, and I couldn't figure out how to crack the eggs without getting the shell in the mix. But Ms. Sarah helped and she's really good at cracking eggs. Like you are!" I took the cookie and smiled at him. "Who else?" I asked testing another sniff of his hair. Something familiar was in it. But I couldn't put my finger on what or who.

"Sarah's friend, Alice. She showed up a few days ago. I like her, she reminds me of Ms. Sarah." Talon said simply. "Is she nice to you?" I asked him after a long pause. He nodded, "she gives me cookies when Sarah is not looking." I closed my eyes, a smile broke on my face, not my Alice. She hated sweets and would not give them to any of the pups back home.

I was probably smelling Sarah and her Alice on his hair. "I must meet this Alice." I told him. He crawled under the bed sheets and pretended to be a ghost. "I can't see." He said with his best ghost-like voice. I laughed and pulled it off his head making his short dark hair stand up on end from the static. "You were missing your eyes!" I said playfully.

I tested a bite of cookie, it was good. "What did you put in this?" I asked. "Cinnamon, sugar, and all the other stuff, Ms. Sarah helped me figure out the right things. It was really really hard." He said, pulling out another cookie to eat. "ALICE LET ME HAVE STRAWBERRY MILK TOO!" I jumped. "Sorry." He said softly. I shook my head, "it's ok. I'm not used to loud voices." He ate his cookie quickly and eyed the half that I was still working on. I handed it over to him, "have you eaten lunch?" He sighed, "noooo." Then stuffed as much of the cookie in his mouth as he could. "Lord one bite at a time!" I chastised him.