Forever Yours

Chapter Fifteen

Connor Chase

Ana and Zach are playing in the backyard. Rhys, who is Xan's son, is out there with them too. He's drawing in a notebook.

I'm sitting on the back deck. I'm not good at socializing, so I'm sitting alone. I should try, but i have a lot on my mind. I have two babies now, because a woman lost her life. She lost her life, trying to get away from an abusive mate.

Ethan and I haven't had a chance to talk about it since he picked me up and told me. I'm hoping we get some talking in tonight or tomorrow, but I need to wait it out now.

I watch everyone mingle, it's a little warm since it's late may now. A couple more weeks until I graduate. But they're grilling some BBQ chicken or something like that. Noah and Knox are keeping to themselves, drinking some beers. Xan is sitting with Remi and Ethan talking and Branson is getting things out and ready.

I guess Layla- which is Branson and Xan's sister is coming too. I've never met her, but I've heard of her. I've met Ethan's grandparents a couple times during pack meetings, and things like that. I guess they're throwing a dinner sometime soon that everyone will be at.

I don't really know. I don't have a big family like that. Speaking off, Sarah came a few minutes ago, and she's hanging out with Rhys. Rhys is like two years younger I think? But they're drawing in peace besides each other.

"Hey" Branson's voice comes from behind me, and my spine instantly stiffens. I turn, in my chair, glancing at him. "I wanted to talk" he makes his way over, and sits in the chair beside mine.

"Okay" I mumble, glancing around for Ethan. I don't see him anymore- oh. He's with the kids now. I can't make him come save me. I start looking for Xan, but Branson pulls me back to him.

"I'm sorry" he blurts. "You seem really uncomfortable, and that's my fault. I was too aggressive, and I should've thought more before I spoke. I think what i said was right, i just think how i went about it all, and maybe how i worded things didn't come across how i meant. I was wrong, and shouldn't have been so judgemental. I'm really sorry Connor"

I'm not shocked, because he probably feels forced to apologize. But i am taken back by how detailed it is. "Okay" i nod. I don't trust him, and I don't know him. So i don't have anything else to say.

"Okay" he leans back in his seat. "I know I haven't really reached out and tried. I just don't really know how to do this. My daughter's mate was very involved in everything before they were even mates. So I didn't really have to meet someone new who was mated to my child. I know my kids. They love with everything in them. And I know Ethan. When he gets his mind set on something, he's locked in forever. I guess I was just worried he was doing things without thinking because he wanted you to have what you wanted. Even if deep down that isn't what he wants

"I just want my kids to be happy. I watched my brother struggle for so long. I don't want that for my kids. And Ethan was diagnosed with a mood disorder when he was younger. He's been treated his whole life for it, and he does really well. But I don't know what it's like to have any of those issues, and I can't pretend like I'd understand. But I can listen, and I can be there when you feel like you can't do it anymore. I can drive you to therapy, or my brother. I can be there if you want me" his words are sincere. I can feel the truth behind them, and it makes my eyes sting.

I can't help myself. I've never been like this, but I practically throw myself at Branson, and he catches me, hugging me as tight as I hug him.

It takes everything in me not to sob. I never really had parents, they were abusive and into drugs. They weren't there for me, and I had to learn to be there for my sister. So finding a mate, finding a family that's gonna choose me?

Makes my eyes sting.

"Thank you" my voice is raspy, but I hold in my tears.

"Anytime" he murmurs, and we let go after a few moments. He gives me a sweet smile. "Want to drink wine coolers with me?"

A laugh bursts from my chest, but I nod. He quickly gets up and disappears. He comes back with two blue ones. He hands it to me, and I twist the top off. We sit and watch everyone do everything, while we drink wine coolers.

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Many, many drinks later, I'm sitting in the grass with Ana and Bran- we're on nickname terms now. Ana is coloring on a page my sister gave her, and Zach is playing with Rhys and Sarah.

"I don't think I've ever been tipsy off wine coolers" Bran murmurs. He's laying in the grass looking up at the sky. All I do is giggle, because I don't really know what tipsy is but I think I'm feeling it.

I've never had alcohol before.

"I've never drank so" I shrug, and run my fingers through my little girl's hair.

Branson gasps, turning towards me. "You drank like a pro"

We did run out of drinks, and apparently there was a stockpile, so who knows how much we did drink. We ate a little bit ago, and now they're getting a fire ready. We still have to go shopping later, but it's like 8 now.

"Hey" Xan's voice pulls our attention over, and Bran gasps again.

"My favorite brother!"

"I'm your only brother"

"That's why you're my favorite"

"Oh my goddess, are you drunk?" Xan glances at me, which makes me giggle again. "Oh my goddess you got him drunk too?"

"I think he got me drunk, honest" Bran puts up his hands in a surrender motion. Which makes me giggle.

Then hiccup.

"They're drunk?" Knox asks, which is Xan's mate. His arms circle around his mate, hugging him from behind.

Knox is sooo hot.

Seeing them together warms my heart, because I know the love they have. My eyes search for my mate, and I don't see him. I must be pouting, because Xan laughs.

"You look like a kid who got told no ice cream" Xan says, and I glance at him. "I think he just ran inside with Zach. He'll be back out"

I push to my feet, and stumble slightly. I pick up Ana, and hand her off to Xan. "Be right back" I mumble, and head inside.

I don't stumble once I get moving, and I can see pretty well. It's a little bright, but besides that I don't feel drunk.

I think. So I found the bathroom, and knocked on the door. After a moment, my mate opens the door. "Where's Zach?"

"Sarah has him. What's up?" Ethan's brows furrow, and another giggle bursts from my chest. "Are you okay?"

"Might be a littleeeee tispy" i drag out little, and wiggle my brows. "You?"

"Sober as can be Pretty Boy" he smirks. "You got drunk with my dad?" he asks.

"Well if you ask him, I got him drunk. But he gave me all the drinks. "I shrug, and push Ethan into the bathroom. He lets me, and I kick the door shut behind me. "Missed you" I came closer, getting into his space.

"I missed you too, Pretty Boy. Haven't seen much of you today" he murmurs, stepping forward gripping my hips.

"We have two kids," I murmured, stepping into him until our chests press together. "I feel like we should be practicing how to make our own babies at this rate" I'm bold, but I think I always am.

"Are you admitting you wanna fuck when youre drunk, Connor?" Ethan teases, and I smile sweetly at him.

"Maybe" 

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OOooooo what do you think will happen next? I'm ready to see. 

Tispy Connor is adorable. And hanging out with Bran? Love it. 

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