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XXVII: A Lifetime

XXVII: A Lifetime 

A few months have seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye. Is this what my parents meant when they mentioned what forever feels like? Of course, not, the years they've already wasted by staying within the social construct of our society seems like a never-ending loop. You already know what to expect, what is expected of you. Should you attempt to deviate, it all folds back on top of you in a never-ending circle, the chain links adding year by year.

Ulric and I have only grown closer, learning how to trust each other with our lives. We're sure without a doubt that Alpha Ernouf, Luna Lovetta, and of course, at the very least Noir...they know that our relationship is more than what it should be. Yet, they make no mention of it, nor do they try to sway us from what society has deemed as forbidden territory. No, their gazes are with curiosity, with wonder.

Ulric does things for me; he takes care of me. I've never once had to make choices outside of my scope, and for me, that makes me less anxious and worried about what I can't control. I've always wanted that, and now I have it. Ulric is by far the most caring man I have ever met and continues to amaze me, even when I believe I've unraveled exactly who he is, he surprises me.

I love the way he makes me laugh; I love the way he helps me when I'm sad. I love the way he shows me his true self above all else. There's no one like him, and even as I saw beginnings of him being the absolute best potential beloved...I still worry at times that this might not work in the end. After all, I have yet to give myself to him, the fear in the back of my mind of the unknown petrifies me. Yet, I'll never really, truly be free until he knows I want everything of him.

This evening though...

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be this late," Ulric's voice sounds from the front door, my heart skipping a beat as I stand straight up. I look down at the two plates in my hand: a steak skillet and a rare steak dinner. My grip tenses slightly on the plates as I breathe out and walk around from the kitchen.

"I hope it wasn't too busy," my voice is airy as I try and keep calm, walking toward and halting at the small dining table. I set the plates down, standing next to the table as Ulric comes to halt at the edge of the kitchen.

He looks at me, then at the table, before he rests his gaze on me, asking, "Are we expecting company?" Ulric furrows his brows and motions to the door, "Is it Noir or Idris?"

For once, he's the one who's completely clueless.

I place my hands in front of myself, shaking my head as I look at him. After a moment, I say softly, "I wanted tonight to be special," shrugging my shoulders, my gaze trails away as I mention, "I tried to get the dishes right, but it's what we had on our first—"

"Date," Ulric's voice slightly cuts me off, though the look on his features is shock and confusion. He looks at me and questions, "But you can't eat?"

"That didn't stop me from trying to go out with you before," my smile becomes brighter as I feel my cheeks starting to heat. I wonder if this was a mistake, and I turn to the kitchen when I feel Ulric's hand catch my upper arm.

I breathe out sharply, feeling him tug slightly and I look up at him. He pulls me to his chest gently, reaffirming, "This was very thoughtful of you. Thank you."

I nod lightly as he releases my arm, pulling my chair back as he motions for me to sit. As I lower myself onto the chair, I feel him secure me forward before sitting down across from me. His eyes are gentle as he begins to cut his steak and eat his dinner. I smile at the memories of when he took me to Crafty Plate. How he knew well before I did that, he knew I was a vampire and directed me to help me in a social situation. It meant a lot and I don't think he realizes how much that meant to me.