FIFTY THREE
My eyes fluttered open at the rays of sun entering the room from his window.
I turn my head and see Tyson spread out across the bed.
He looked so perfect when he was sleeping, his mouth slightly ajar, his hair dishoveled.
I smile and quietly get out of bed not wanting to wake him.
I grab my clothes from his floor as I slide them on.
My stomach lightly growls, I was starving.
I exited his room, my every move quiet especially when closing his door behind me.
A smell of food hit my nose and I make my down stairs and to the kitchen. I see Ari, Tara, and Amelia cooking food while laghing. Their heads instantly snapped up to look at me and their smiles widened.
"I made breakfast!," Ari chimmed.
I chuckled, "It smells delicious."
"Well I helped," Tara chimmed in.
"So did I!," Amelia whined.
Ari playfully glares at them and I laugh shaking my head at them. I go over to the island and make a plate of the pancakes, susage and bacon. I start eating letting the growl in my stomach subside. Ari smiles as she hands me a glass of orange juice.
"Do you have anything you want to tell me?" Ari asked and I stilled, my body froze.
I glare at Tara and Amelia who didn't seem to be paying attention to even notice the look I was giving them.
"Uh what about?" I played dumb.
Ari rolled her eyes, "So are you and my brother back together? Duh," She chuckled, "did he finally grow a pair?"
Relief washed over me, I wasn't sure If I was ready to tell her I was pregnant and say 'hey, oh and, you are going to be an aunt'.
I was still processing it all. My parents were happy when I told them, they just weren't exactly happy about the whole situation surrounding it.
I opened my mouth to speak but got interrupted as a smiling Tyson walked in.
"Yes I did and yes we are," He stated firmaly to Ari's questions causing me to blush.
Tyson walked over to me placing a soft kiss on my forehead and I felt like time literally stopped. My heart fluttered, pounding out of my chest.
"We didn't make you none. We made this for, Olivia," Ari said as she pointed the spatula at Tyson, who was unfazed and only rolled his eyes before standing next to me.
I lightly chuckled and looked up at Tyson, "You can have some of mine," I offered.
He shook his head, "No, you need to eat a lot now."
I froze and glared at him causing him to raise an eyebrow, questioning me. I picked up a sausage link and put it up to his mouth forcing him to eat.
"Why do you need to eat alot now? What does that mean?" Ari asked, confused.
That's it Tyson is dead. So fricken dead. No, I never told him not to tell people but that was my mistake.
"We are having a pup," He stated proudly and I gaped at him.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
Ari looked back and fourth, from me to Tyson to my stomach before she let out an blood curdling scream. I winced at her screaming, Tara and Amelia were laughing, and Tyson was smiling at me. She embraced me in a tight hug cause me to cough as she practically pounced on me.
Tyson growled, "Let go, right now. You are hurting her."
"Shut up, Tyson. I just found out I am going to be an aunt," She rolled her eyes at him before giving him a hard glare as she let go of me.
Tyson growled as he grabbed me tightly by the waist pulling me into his hard chest. I placed my hand on his cheek resting it their.
His eyes flickered down to me as they immediately softened.
I chuckled cutting a slice of my pancakes and putting it to Tyson's mouth.
He glared at me probably because I wasn't eating.
"Now, Tyson!," I demanded and snickers erupted in the kitchen.
He glared at harder but complied, opening his mouth.
I am not going to lie but when he slid the pancake off the fork with his mouth and keeping eye contact with me, I couldn't help but to feel aroused.
He soon noticed the smell of arousal as his eyes turned black filled with lust. I bit my lip and he let out a low groan at my action, his eyes flickering down to my lips.
"Before you guys screw each other on the counter... Olivia I wanna take you baby shopping next week," Ari smirked at us.
I blushed, tearing my eyes away from Tyson and gave Ari a soft nod.
Before I could say anything Tyson grabbed my hand making me drop the fork as he dragged me out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
If my face was red a second ago it was definately the shade of a tomato now.
He opened his bedroom door and pulled me in, closing the door behind him.
I turned to face him, his eyes still dark with lust. He grabbed my face lightly with both his hands and pulled me towards him, my body pressed firmly against his. He rested his forehead against mine, his warm breath fanning my lips.
"I love you. I really fucking love you," He said softly before smashing his lips against mine, making my heart flutter.
I slightly parted my lips giving him all the access of my mouth.
His tongue slid in slowly as our tongues played a firey passionate dance.
My hands going to his back, sliding down slowly as I found my hands sliding underneath his shirt, grazing his wamr skin making him release a groan into my mouth.
His canines enlongated grazing my lips ever so softly, my head rolled back as he started to trail light kisses down my face to my neck.
I let out a soft moan as his canines grazed against the sensitive part at the nape of my neck. He suddenly pulled back, I lifted my head back up to see his eyes darker then ever. I got concerned as to why he pulled away from me.
"W-what's wrong?" I asked him softly, stumbling on my words slightly.
He takes in a deep breath closing his eyes and when he opens them they are back to his shiny bright blue eyes.
He takes in another deep breath, "I...I...," he trails off.
"What's wrong?" I asked again.
He stayed silent, not even looking at me and it was making me anxious.
"Please talk to me..." my voice light, almost in a whisper tone.
"I have work to do," with that he left the room, slamming the door behind him.
I stood there confused as hell as I looked at the door that he had just slammed closed.
I don't think I will ever be able to understand Tyson and his sudden mood swings.
A pang of hurt flashed through me and I did want to cry but I quickly gathered myself and made a staright line out of the pack house to go home.