Chapter 629
I knew very little of Spencer's life before I arrived at the pack; he's kind of a closed
book despite our close friendship. But I have heard that his grandmother basically
raised him after his parents passed away. He was only a young boy at the time,
and whatever happened, it shaped who he was as a person.
Deciding to change the subject, I said, "Well, I guess I'll be the judge of your
cooking, and I'll let you know if it's good enough to snag a lady."
He grinned, the tension between us seeming to loosen.
I watched as he cooked; I sat at the island counter, watching how serious he was
when he cut the ingredients on the cutting board.
"We should head back to the pack tomorrow," I tell him, breaking the silence that
started to consume us. "I don't want to be away too long. I just needed some
space from everything."
I fully plan on resolving things with Gavin; I was hurt by what he had said to me
earlier, but at the end of the day, I knew in my heart what I had to do. It was going
to be hard, though, because I didn't want to say goodbye to the friends I've made
in this pack.
My wolf whimpered inside of me, being away from Gavin was tough on her, and I
felt bad. There was also a lingering unease deep within her... or maybe it was
deep within me? I couldn't quite tell where this unease was coming from, but it
was itching for me to return to the pack. I realized I didn't have my beeper or
gamma phone on me, and suddenly, I was feeling a bit detached from the others.
I knew that they wouldn't call me for anything now that Sampson knew of my
pregnancy, but I'd at least still feel like part of the team, and I'd be able to read the
group texts as they came through.
"Yeah," Spencer said without looking at me. "If you think you're ready, we can
return tomorrow."
"I just needed the night to think about things," I told him. "I needed space from
everyone. I appreciate you for sharing your special place with me."
He nodded, his face unreadable as he continued to cook.
"Of course," he said, a forced smile on his lips.
Why was he giving me a forced smile suddenly? Had I said something to upset
him?
By the time he finished cooking, the entire kitchen smelled incredible. My mouth
was watering as he passed a plate of food in my direction. He grabbed himself a
plate as well and sat beside me.
"I hope it tastes okay," he said, a little shyly, which I found kind of adorable.
"It smells delicious," I tell him reassuringly as I scoop up some of the risotto and
bring it to my lips.
I wrapped my lips around the spoon,
closing my eyes as the taste
exploded in my mouth. I couldn't
help the moan that escaped my lips
completely unaware that Spencer
was watching me with wide eyes.
"This is divine," I tell him, going for another spoonful. I wiggled in my seat, a little
happy dance from this incredible food that my mouth was being gifted with.
I don't miss the small blush that decorates Spencer's nose and cheeks.
"I'm glad you like it," he said softly, his eyes never leaving my mouth as my lips
wrapped around the spoon again.
"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked, once I realized his food remained untouched,
and he seemed almost frozen in place as he watched me eat.
He blinked a few times, and it looked as if I had just slapped him. He cleared his
throat and glanced at his place.
"Yeah," he murmured, spooning some of the food and bringing it to his mouth.
We continued to eat in silence, and
the longer the silence stretched, the
more anxiety I started to feel. Once
we were done, Spencer grabbed
both plates and started to clean.
"Guest room is the first door on thenoveldrama
right," he tells me from over his
shoulder. "It has its own bathroom
too. I built it myself. Feel free to
shower or whatever. You should get
some rest, too."
I nodded as I slid off the stool.
"Thanks, Spencer," I tell him sincerely. "I honestly appreciate it."
I turned at that moment and started towards the guest room, my mind rattling and
my belly full. I put my hands on my stomach, feeling a warmth spread out from my
fingertips.
And then a pending dread fell over me... a feeling I couldn't quite explain.
But as I walked into the guest room, the only thought I could think was, "Am I
really willing to walk away from my baby's father?"