Ember
Miles and I pack up just before the guys get home, hiding any evidence of s’mores cookies. A few people are demanding to see the Alpha and for him to discipline his wayward brats for making public what had been requested.
When the guys get home, I find Bram unpacking his gym bag 'Yuck, hold your nose' I shut his bedroom door, and he gives the classic little brother reaction, with panicked, wide eyes.
“Whatever it was, it wasn't me!” Instead of his normal Dragon rumble, it’s more of a whiney squeak, which just sets me off laughing.
“BamBam, don’t worry, I wanted to talk to you about something, and it has to do with Miles. I’m more comfortable with you than Brayden, so you will have to have this conversation with him” As I finish, he goes from guarded to concerned, so I continue quickly.
“Miles is going through a mini heat; it's similar to a females period; he just wants cuddles and comfort food and is a little more sensitive to things, which is why I’ve spent all day curled up with him under blankets eating crap, I think my ass has grown two sizes, we had a few laughs after he explained, while we were watching people’s reactions to the projector” I gage his emotions and he seems upset.
“I asked Miles why he hadn't gone to you and Bray, and he said that other than small touches and the occasional cheek kiss and snuggles during a movie, neither of you has given him the idea you want more from him,” I say this softly.
“I’m starting to see why you wouldn't want to talk to your brother about this”, he says, his face going red.
“I know you better, that’s why I came to you!” I said before continuing to explain.
“I’m not telling you to be a dictator in your relationship or telling you that you need to this minute lube up and sort Miles out good and hard, but maybe give him extra fuss, movie night cuddles in bed, stay the night and cuddle, few extra kisses before and after school, maybe give him a hoody or something with your scent to calm him, for when he gets agitated when you’re not there, you know what I’m like on a period use that information with him, all won’t apply as I don’t think he will threaten bodily harm if you steal his chocolate” he laughs at this probably remembering me chasing Trick with a baseball bat when he stole the last of my Hershey Bar at the group home after the cage, then I burst into tears hugging him that I was sorry,
“Talk to Bray, get a plan, and maybe talk to Xander too; apparently this will keep happening until he finds his third mate, and then if it’s out of control like this, he could turn feral and force you to fuck him or watch him in pain” I leave Bram with his thoughts, and I hear a whispered reply as I shut the door
“Thanks, Em, I’ll do better; I’ll make you proud, big sister.”
When I head down, I find the guys doing homework in the dining room, well, they are meant to be.
Bray's phone dings, he frowns, kissing my crown on the way past, stopping as Miles comes in with a shy smile, he kisses Miles cheek and I can see Miles deflate a little, and Bray stomps off heading down the hall towards Xanders clinic room, I link my Pinky with Miles and pull him over to some spare seats, Alma smiles from the door and nods for me to sit soon arriving with two cream topped hot chocolates, we sit talking about nothing really and keeping quiet not to bother the guys.
Bray and Bram appear, and they both look sad, Bram heads straight for the chair on the other side of Miles, he plonks his homework down, kissing Miles's temple as he sits, Bray goes over and grabs his stuff from next to Kodi and heads over, I start to move as he throws his stuff in front of Miles, and then picks him up and sits back down with Miles on his lap, kissing Miles behind his left ear where Brayden’s mate mark is.
“You should have told us, I’m sorry, little omega”, I hear him mumble into Miles’ neck, then he wiggles Miles into a better position so he can still hold him while working
“Thank you, sister,” Bram places a hand on Miles’s thigh, and I see him melt back into my twin; a small kitten purr starts as he settles.
“Uh huh,” is all the reply I can muster without laughing at Miles, which won’t help, I take mine and Miles's empty mugs to the kitchen and grab some strawberry iced tea for Miles and a Dr Pepper for me and check with Alma she doesn't need help, I’m not used to not doing EVERYTHING for myself, even my washing keeps disappearing, then appears back on the end of my bed folded. She shakes her head and tells me I’m cooking tomorrow; she shoos me out of the kitchen again.