![]() ![]() Pete and I needed each other so much and you… you…"Īll those meetings, all those times they've talked – talked about nothing, nothing at all-Įver since he's recovered from the pregnancy, he has been attending meetings with Vegas and Pete alike, has tried not to let a word about his pregnancy slip, about the little pup sleeping in his nest right that very moment, even though his heart has been aching to tell Pete, to drag him into his nesting room and place Prapai in his arms and embrace them both and tell Pete how happy he is to have a baby. It's dripping wet, dark and damp, and Porsche claws into his shirt with a stifled moan. "I'm so sorry, baby, I'm sorry," he whispers and cradles Porsche's head, stroking his hair. "I hate you! I hate you! I should have never listened to you!" Porsche bellows, but he's starting to quiet down into shaky little crying fits, and Kinn settles his chin on the Omega's shoulder with a soft exhale. Slowly, bit by bit, he pulls the Omega closer until he can coil both arms around Porsche and hold him tightly against his chest. It's all Kinn can do to restrain Porsche's hands and try to keep his mate calm so he won't accidentally hurt himself as he starts to fight, screaming and growling and trying to shove Kinn away so he can free himself. With a sharp hiss, Porsche tries to shoulder past him, and when Kinn attempts to grasp his arm and hold him back, the Omega reaches up to slap him. His last chance at resolving this situation is over the second it starts. The Alpha crosses his arms with a defensive little sigh. Porsche is standing in the middle of the chaos he's responsible for, hands bloody and littered with tiny cuts from the glass, hair soaked with sweat, eyes dark with rage and desperation, filled to the brim by a silent plea for Kinn to somehow make this okay, to give him a reason for all of this. "Six years you had me believing Vegas could hurt our pup while he was too fucking busy caring about his own! Six years, Kinn, six years Pete and I were talking about everything but the one thing we so badly wanted each other to know! Six years of your obsession with the belief that somehow all Vegas wants in life is to ruin you!" ![]() He has tried to steel himself for the inevitable confrontation, but now that it's happening, every soothing, rational argument he's prepared in his head sounds like pure idiocy to himself. The Omega is beside himself with anger and tears, and Kinn knows better than to interrupt. ![]() Kinn watches in silence from the doorway as Porsche wreaks havoc in the living room. "Six years of talks and playdates and advice and comfort you took away from me because you were too paranoid to let me say a single word about my son to Pete!" The armchair is shoved back until it tips over and lands on the floor with a low thud. ![]() "Six years you made me stay quiet about my pup, about the most important thing in my life, to the best friend I've ever had!" The table slams against the bookshelf, knocking several of the books to the ground where they stay, dog-eared and with fluttering pages. The glasses are swept off the table, shattering into a million shining pieces against the floor. ![]()
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