My Beast Of A Mate

Chapter 10: What Are You Doing Down There?

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Harper Stewarts

"It's the rainbow plastic sequins for me."

"It's the over-the-top shoulder frills for me."

"It's that atrocious puke green colour for me," she scrunches her nose up in distaste.

The obviously photoshopped photo of the model is plastered to a decent portion of the wall. The poor said model—or rather the dress—is what's under fire currently. The model herself looks great. Nice thick long luxurious blonde locks that end at her waistline, crystal blue eyes that any man would drop dead for, and lastly the tall figure that's totally killing it. 

But it's that horrid dress. With too many frills and sparkly things, it's quite a wonder it made its debut in a fashion show. The poofy shoulders looks as if they are stuck in the 70s, and the sequins make me think I'm stuck as a seven year old. Not to mention that this particular shade of green would not go well with anything, or anyone. 

"Even if the dress wasn't make-me-barf-green," Kendra starts. "The colour can't fix the rest of that." 

Taking another head to toe glance at the large picture, Rave nods. "That is true, there are no redeeming qualities for this dress." 

"The price is enough to put me off." I point to the price tag. 

Rave's mouth drops a little. "One thousand and fifty freaking dollars?!"

"Amen to that, sister." Kendra mutters, shaking her head at the incredulous price.

Moving on from that eye scarring moment, we hit up stores we actually enjoy—and can afford. With little convincing needed, we usher Kendra into a baby store. Even though only one of the three of us is expecting a baby, we are all equally excited to sift through mini adorable outfits. 

I lift up a pastel blue onesie that has a wolf cartoon plastered on, "howl like a wolf" is stitched above the howling creature. I'm about to hang it back up on the rack when Kendra snatches it from my hands.

"Oh my goodness, this is so cute!" She dumps it in the small basket that she's carrying. "I'm electing you to be my child's godmother now. You obviously have good taste in clothing so I know that my child will be dressed fashionably." 

Rave gasps, "Kendra, who am I to you? Did I just get demoted from my godmother position?"

I giggle at her antics, "Rave, you know we could both be the godmother, right?" 

"Yeah, I suppose. But I'm going to be the favourite one."

Our trio lapses into a comfortable silence every once in a while picking up an article of clothing to show Kendra. 

Because we decided to shop at a human mall it is considerably larger than the one the pack has. If I'm being completely honest, it is rather weird being surrounded by humans even though I am one. No one is running around at impossible speeds, or growling at anybody, or mind linking. Just seven months ago I was like these humans—oblivious to the fact that there's a whole other species that exists. 

"How many kids do you guys wants?" 

Clearly Rave has thought about this before as she immediately answers Kendra, "I want four."

"Why that number?" I question.

"Because," Rave begins. "If they ever get mad at one child, there's two more that they can play with. Besides, it's just a perfect balance."