Eternally Hers

Part Twenty Three

Arabelle Warren

​"Good morning, sweetheart," Saoirse hummed into my ear, tightening her arms around my waist. "I love you."

​I peeled her arms off of me, rolling farther away from her with a scowl. Without waiting to look at her, I trudged into the closet and closed the door with unnecessary strength, a slam resonating throughout the bungalow.

​I hopped into a pair of high waisted jeans and shoved my arms into a beige and white striped knitted top, tucking the front of it into my jeans. I put socks on and made my way into the bathroom.

​My poor teeth were brushed harshly and my hair was practically ripped from my head as I brushed it with no remorse, throwing it up into a lazy bun on the top of my head.

​When I opened the door back into the bedroom, Saoirse was sitting up in her oversized top, bedhead everywhere. She had the cutest – I scowled – confused look on her face. My anger almost wavered – almost.

​Her light eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, lips tilted downwards into a frown, eyes brimmed with just as much confusion as her expression.

​We made eye contact and her eyebrows furrowed even more. "Good morning, baby," she repeated again, slower this time.

​My scowl reappeared and I waved a finger at her. "You don't get to say that shit to me this morning, Saoirse," I huffed back, reaching for the doorknob.

​In only a brief second, she was up, a pale hand wrapped around my wrist. "Arabelle," her tone was soft, "what in the world is going on?"

​"You cheated on me!" I growled, ripping my arm out of her grasp.

​Glancing at her, she looked completely stunned, but her lips were quirked in amusement. "Do you care to tell me when I did this?"

​"Last night. In my dream," I grumbled back, looking away from her. "You bought a dog with her, Saoirse! A dog! You don't even fucking like dogs. What about Lola, huh? So not cool."

​I maneuvered around her and stomped out of the room, being more than disappointed when Tess, Jamie, and Dot looked at me from their respective seats at our kitchen island.

​Was I being overdramatic and completely unnecessary? Maybe. But it had felt so real!

I tell her I'm in love with her last night and then she cheats on me with Dot that same night in my dream! What a bitch.

​"Do you like dogs, Dot?" I asked when I sat down beside Tessa at the island.

​The curly haired blonde looked at me with an amused grin. "I love 'em."

​My scowl deepened.

​So Saoirse bought the dog because Dot liked them. She was willing to spend at least fifteen years taking care of a dog she didn't even like just because the bitch – I mean witch – wanted one.

​Where was my dog?

​"Good morning, Ari," Tess greeted kindly from beside me. From my downward view of the island, I saw a plate filled with breakfast food slide in front of me. I twisted my head to glance curiously at the Hunter, who smiled at me. "Breakfast?"

​I picked up the fork she slid over, mumbling a thank you to her. She merely patted my back in response, going back to whatever conversation the three of them were in before I'd stormed into the room.

​I heard my mate walk into the room maybe fifteen minutes later. I'd already finished my food and was putting it in the dishwasher when Dorothy said, "What's with the face?"