"So... Yarn?" Mom seems to understand that the offer to walk with us is an olive branch, and is apparently content to do her part to ease the tension between the three of us as we set our course towards the craft section.
"My Baby crochets, Ma." The pride in my voice comes with an automatic smile, the hand holding on to my Sweet Pea as he blushes and glares at me over his shoulder when Mom gasps. Bragging about crochet skills to my mother of all people is not something I ever thought would take place in my life... And yet... I wouldn't change a thing.
The stunning Baby in question is currently working himself back up towards the excitement he had had before we were interrupted despite being knocked down from his clouds. Apparently, the idea of picking out the yarn that would craft the first made with love item for our future nugget is enough to turn any bad situation back into a happy one, for which I'm thankful. I really thought for a moment that he was going to faint when Ma finally couldn't resist bringing up the panties that I can't wait to see him in.
"You crochet?" Instead of feigning interest, Ma actually seems pleasantly surprised, "What are you making?"
"Well... At home I've got a blanket on one of my hooks that's meant for when we have quiet time... And I'm making Dadd-Silas... And I matching sweaters... But I was hoping to get some yarn to start making stuff for the baby...", my Princess's blush darkens just the slightest when he sees fit to give her the most adorable of answers.
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Adrian
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"My Grammy taught me..." And Grammy would suck her teeth at me if see me acting so bashful in front of someone I just had the nerve to chew out instead of casually tossing my drink in her face and walking away like in one of the period drama's she's so fond of.
My thoughts make Silas snort, his mother not paying any mind to the obvious mental interaction going on so obviously without her. I know that its rude... But it's already hard enough to vocalize what I need to after being so flustered... And to try and speak my mind in front of someone so new? While calm?
Absolutely not. No thank you. I would rather not if that's okay, okay?
And yet... When Bethany starts in on a gentle round of questioning, clearly able to pick up on the fact that I'm just a bit uncomfortable at the moment, I get a reassuring squeeze to my hand that tugs me to a stop long enough for me to bump into Daddy's chest, my hand being let go in favor for finding my waist and pulling me into a tight hug that only lasts mere seconds before My feet are allowed to touch the ground so we can walk all tangled up and perfect.
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Silas
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It takes all of two seconds for my Addy Baby to zero in on the yarn aisle as soon as we pass the fabric section, his readiness possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen even if being with Ma is making him a little nervous.
The nervousness, however, doesn't stop him as he vibrates himself right out of my arms to get up close and personal with the choices on the shelves, Mom pulling her buggy in behind us instead of departing.
She had latched on to the subject of Adrian's third favorite hobby, the first two being reading and cuddling, and is currently taking her chance to try and make him more at ease with her presence by asking him about this stitch or that... How to join blanket squares together and if he had made the sweater he currently has on, the answer to the last one a resounding yes that had Mom complimenting his stitchwork... Something I myself sing the praises of every time a sweater I haven't seen before makes its way into his gorgeous body, my favorite of his sweaters still the baby pink one that he wore the day we got all of his belongings moved in because of how much softer it makes him look when he wears it.
"You two seem really... Bonded." My mother keeps her voice low as we trail behind my beautiful Bean, my Baby Boy more than aware of the drill when it comes to buying yarn... If he lingers or touches or thinks something is pretty Daddy gets too lit it in the basket and no objections would be allowed. What he wants... He gets... And I am not interested in changing that policy anytime soon... Especially knowing exactly what some of today's choices of powder blue and soft pink bundles of yarn labeled specifically as baby yarn are earmarked for.
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Adrian
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Normally Daddy would hold me while I pick out the colors I want... But continuous PDA in front of his parental unit while trying to keep my thoughts clean and also off of what's in the basket plain as day for everyone to see probably isn't the best course of action if I want my cheeks to cool down anytime soon... For a moment I think I might have a chance of being able to get through this shopping trip without bursting all of the blood vessels in my face when I hear a low growl... Not one of menace or meant to dominate but equally as thrilling to my overly sensitive self as I hear the words that slip out with it, "...He's my whole world, Ma..."
Hearing him say the words out loud to someone that isn't me makes me pivot where I stand in front of some of the brighter pops of color here in the yarn aisle and actually have the nerve to meet Daddy's eyes, the smile on his face making my heart skip a beat in my chest.
I still can't hold eye contact with Daddy for very long, but the moment we share is a good one, even if it is under the bright fluorescent lighting of Walmart with his Mom third-wheeling... But it doesn't stop the words, "I love you too!" From breaking past my lips with a smile of my own.
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Werewolf**18+** COMPLETED*** Adrian is delicate... Gentle... Too sweet for his own good. All he cares about is his books and the quiet hum of life that is his small-town wolf pack. What will he do when the Alpha of a neighboring pack scents him and is fully...
