Chapter 30: Mistakes
***Zanet**

My eyes flutter open to find Natalia nestled up by my side, her head resting on my shoulder and her nose buried in my neck.She drapes her left arm over my chest while tucking her left leg over my thigh.

To my right, I feel Kota curled up under my arm, snoring lightly in his sleep as he clutches his little wolf tightly to his chest.

For a moment, I remain perfectly still, afraid the mirage would fade away if I moved.

The sparks tingling across my body from Talia’s touch, however, make me realize I’m not dreaming at all, both my mate and our pup nestled safely in my arms.

This must be what heaven feels like… I tell myself as my heart beats uncontrollably in my chest.

It feels so natural to hold them in my arms, as if they were always meant to be with me.

Kota suddenly stirs, sitting up on his knees and glancing around the room in confusion.

Messy hairs stick out from his head and his pajamas are all rumpled and crooked.

He wipes his tired eyes and looks up at me with a grin.

“I’m hungry,” he yawns, stretching out his little arms.

He lays his head on my stomach and gives me puppy eyes.

“Can we make waffles, Zane?”

I smile at him, afraid to move and disturb Talia in her sleep.

It to me and then roll her to her side to free myself from her grasp.

My heart beats frantically as she stirs before she settles into her new spot comfortably, sighing contently in her sleep.

I help Kota brush his teeth and wash his face before we head into the kitchen where I spend a couple of minutes watching videos on my phone on how to make waffles.

Kota is practically dancing on his toes with excitement as I gather ingredients for his breakfast.

“Can I help you?” he asks eagerly, picking up a whisk with a cheeky grin.

“Auntie Gwen lets me help her.Can I please help you?”

His puppy eyes make it incredibly difficult to say no and I put a chair against the counter for him to stand on before placing the mixing bowl in front of him.

I hand measuring cups filled with ingredients to Kota, the little boy happily pouring them into the bowl and repeating the measurements out loud to me.

Placing my hand over his, I guide his little hand through the motion of whisking the ingredients together until we have a nice batter.

I pull out the waffle iron, staring at the infernal contraption until I finally figure out how to turn it on.

“Can I pour?” Kota asks as we both look at the iron.

I give him a measuring cup with some batter and steady him up over the counter while he pours.

“Oopsies…” he gasps as some of the batter spills over the counter.

“I’m sorry, Zane.” a beating and a week with no visits from Mom.

The little boy hides his batter covered fingers behind his back, unsure what my reaction will be to his mistake.I never want him to be afraid of me…

“I-It’s o-kay,” I smile, closing the iron and sitting Kota on the chair.I cup his cheeks, not wanting him to feel like he is in trouble for making a mistake.

“A-a-accidents happen. We j-just ha-have to c-clean it up, o-okay?”

I hand him a towel and help him wipe the counter, high-fiving him when the mess is all gone.

As I flip the waffle iron over to cook the other side, Kota taps me on my shoulder.

“Zane,” he says timidly, looking up at me with his large blue and brown eyes.

“Are you my daddy?”

My entire body stiffens but Grayson is more than willing to respond.Say yes, he grumbles.He belongs to us just as much as Talia.He’s ours.

The question, however, can only be answered by Talia.

“I- l-like you and your m-mommy very m-much,” I reply with a nervous smile.

“B-but I don’t know what I-I am to you yet.”

“I know what you are,” He giggles.

“You’re a wolf.”

He bursts out into a howl.

“Can I be a wolf like you?” I don’t want him to be a wolf like me…

A wolf who struggles to speak, a wolf who makes too many mistakes, a wolf who will inevitably always fail.

forehead.

a

into his chair, resting his

he hisses, watching the steam

make their way down the stairs and I look up to see Talia walking towards us, her arms

in her sleepy state, she looks incredibly beautiful, my heart nearly skipping

look! We made

to greet his mother.She raises an eyebrow at me in curiosity as she lifts her pup in her

on the waffle iron goes off and I hurriedly remove

a plate in front of Kota who smiles proudly at it and shoves the plate to his

poking his finger into a pool of syrup and licking it

lips and she timidly takes a bite, my heart sinking when she swallows with great difficulty and smacks her lips to remove the taste from her tongue buckle from the pressure of

is…That is an interesting taste,” she gags, taking the

use?” She asks me, the soft

on the counter and she sticks

as she bursts into laughter, the sound making my heart soar.How could a laugh

“Taste it,”

taste the sugar and nearly choke on my own cough when I realize the jar of sugar actually

her laughter, the sound contagious enough to make Kota and I join her.I throw

the proper amount of

exchange,

Talia’s cheeks as she pulls her hand away to tuck

she coughs to

me with the

his mother who sets him on the chair for him to

them whisk the wet ingredient together,

sift the flour and baking powder

failure collide in my head,

teases, and I shove him away to the recess of my

jar of salt, I accidentally knock over my bowl of dry ingredients, a

Talia and Kota, afraid to move an

oh, Zane,” Kota gasps,

up time!”

his chair and scurries into the closet to grab a

struggles to maneuver the tall handle, wrapping both arms around it as he pushes the broom

only spreads the flour all over

“It’s okay Kota,”

taking the

“I’ll sweep.”

trembling hands behind my back and remain in

says, tugging

“Accidents happen.”

force a smile on my face and look over at my mate, nearly jumping when I realize she’s right in front of me hand.I flinch involuntarily and she

have flour in your hair,” she whispers, carefully reaching into my hair and ruffling it up, another cloud of flour filling the air.I blink at her, my cheeks flushing

and kisses me on the nose, resting her head

timidly places her hand over mine, tugging me over the counter.I almost pull away, fearing my hands might disgust her,

with her soothing touch and my racing heart finally

me, Talia pulls her hand away

she whispers, her own heart pounding

you’ll find the sugar

my cheeks burning bright red.Our third attempt at waffle making finally bears fruit, Kota

her way to the table and I proudly serve

getting along

sign back,

Talia asks, raising an eyebrow at me

nod my head, Agnes teasing me relentlessly with her

pick up on the meaning, but of course, curious Kota

Agnes doing?” he asks, micking her

hands,” Talia replies, holding up her hands

She spells out his name

Kota asks, attempting to

replies, grabbing his hands and folding his fingers to make

O, T, A. See? KOTA,” she

sign but very quickly forgets how to fold his fingers and

Agnes say?”

know,” Talia shrugs, my face turning bright

She asks, pinching her fingers and bringing her hands together so they

head at her, shoving a large chunk

Agnes’s best efforts to embarrass me and Agnes goes off

is off today from working at the clinic, leaving the three

day so Talia suggests we go outside

where Talia purchases

at a bag of multicolored balloons attached to black sticks

played with water balloons before,” she laughs,

the balloons and

***Natalia***

in a thick layer of sunscreen, his pale skin very sensitive to the sun compared to my darker complexion.I dress him in a pair of shorts and flip flops, Kota very excited for a chance to play with water.I don’t have a bathing suit so I opt for a pair of shorts, a

basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.I can make out a few scars on his legs but pretend I don’t notice them,

red when he looks at me and he becomes visibly

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