Drifting Grace [An Alastor Fanfiction] [PROOFREADING]

Chapter 14

Third Person POV

"Alvin!" Emma calls. Her son comes rushing down the stairs.

It's been about 5 hours since they got up, Alvin seems to be better. He's even running around with a bright smile on his face.

It never fails to warm Emma's heart.

He trots towards Emma at the kitchen and looks up. The lady smiles at him and kissed his forehead, making the blonde boy giggle in happiness.

Alastor was sitting on the stool near the island. He was watching the wonderful lady preparing lunch the entire time as if he was in a trance. Her call for her son woke him up from his daydream.

The man still couldn't guess what they were now. Were they a couple? Friends with... Benefits? No, Emma stated clearly she didn't want any sexual romance in her life.

And Alastor agreed to her condition happily.

Were they together now? Never has the famous radio host and serial killer been so confused, it was his first.

Sure, he's had past relationships but he was always the one calling the shots. Whether they were dating or breaking up was always up to him, but this time, he couldn't put a pin on Emma. He can't make the decision without her.

She was a wild, free, strong-headed yet very well-mannered spirit. To pin her down and call dibs was certainly not the way to her heart. She sure was hard to catch, but worth the while.

Emma peeks on her shoulder, catching a glimpse of Alastor. She was racking her brains out trying to find a way to tell him she wanted the relationship to move forward. The entire time she was making chicken soup, she was punishing her pretty little head for not thinking straight.

Not all men are bad, she would tell herself. I shouldn't let my past define me.

And yet she still can't find the words. She liked Alastor for sure, but will they get married? Would he want to raise Alvin together with her? Does he want to grow old with her? Surely, these questions are to ask in the far future but she didn't want to date with no purpose.

She didn't want the relationship to be a dead-end. 

I should probably tell him this, she thought to herself, biting her lip. But I don't want to scare him away.

She stops stirring the soup in sudden realization, looking straight ahead. If he's scared of taking things to the next level, then he shouldn't have hung around with a serious lady like me. Emma nods to herself and was now determined to set things straight. Her fiery woman spirit was burning amber and she quickly turned around with newfound confidence.

Alastor meets her eyes dreamily with a soft smile playing on his lips. Emma's words got caught up in her throat but she chose to ignore it.

"Dear," Alastor speaks, straightening his posture and clasping his hands together.

"Alastor," I answered. "We should talk," Emma's voice was soft and quiet. It made him nervous.

Nervous about what exactly? About her announcement whether they move forward or stop, or was it about how soft her voice sounded to his ears? Like honey, sweet and stuck to him. Warmth enveloped his cheeks and Alastor coughed the embarrassment away.

He felt like such a girl.

Emma turned down the fire just a bit and let the soup boil. She pulled away and sat on the stool opposite him. Her hands were on her lap, atop each other.

A way to comfort and calm herself. It kept her grounded.

Alvin had gone back upstairs after the little kiss. He was drawing a picture of them both together, contemplating whether or not to put Alastor in the picture. It was quite obvious his adoptive mother liked Alastor, and he to her. Alvin liked him too. He liked him a lot.