Long Awaited Mate Is A Baby novel Chapter 9

I hear Peter and Lucy talking in the kitchen, saying how we can start presents as soon as everyone gets here.

This makes my brow furrow. I thought everyone was here already. I assumed that me and my family were the last ones to arrive, I didn't know that anyone else would come.

Peter, Lucy, and my family stay in the kitchen, leaving it just me and Allie in the living room. I sit down on the couch, still holding her, as she continues her inspection of my fingers.

"Is something wrong with them, baby?" I ask her.

She looks up at me with wide, confused, blue eyes. "With what?" Her voice still has that soft baby ring to it.

"My fingers. You look very interested in them,"

Her eyes go wide in understanding and she looks back down at them, then back up to me. When I don't say anything, she takes her palm and lays it against mine, comparing the two sizes.

"Why fingers so big?" she asks, stumbling over her words like she doesn't know the right ones to use.

"Because I'm older than you. You haven't grown all the way yet," I explain.

I expect her to nod, or say something else, but I never expected her to do what she does.

She stares at me a second longer before her powty bottom lip starts to tremble, and her eyes fill with water.

My heart almost stops.

I pull her to me and hug her with all my might, kissing her soft caramel hair over and over. I don't even know what's wrong, but I don't want her to cry. She should never cry, ever. She's too perfect for sadness.

"What's wrong, baby?" I whisper, trying to use my tone to soothe her.

She looks at me and another tear slips from her eye. "You no like me," she mumbles.

My eyes go wide and I'm quick to reassure her. "No, baby, no. Of course I like you, I love you. Why would you think I don't?"

She buries her small little head in my chest. "Because I'm wittle, and you bigger than me,"

If my heart can shatter again, it does.

I hug her even tighter to me and kiss her hair again before pulling her back so I can look dead in her eyes.

"Allie," I start. "Never, ever, think that I don't like you. I will always love you, no matter what. Nothing can change that. Okay?"

She nods, then reaches for me, clinging to my shirt. "Never weave me," she whispers, her voice muffled by my shirt.

But another feeling courses through me at the sight, and it's not one I ever want to feel again.

Jealousy.

Allie is mine, I don't appreciate another guy getting to hold her and make her smile. Ever since I first saw Allie, she's always wanted me. She cried when I wasn't around, and stopped as soon as I came back. But today, she left me. She fought to get away from me until I let her go.

I promised Allie I'd never leave her, but what if She leaves me?

I know she's still practically a baby, and doesnt know about mates yet, let alone how to choose or reject one. But just the mere thought of her wanting someone more than me is enough to crush my shattered heart.

That little girl has more power over me than anyon in the entire world. And she doesn't even know it.

The guy hugs Allie close to him and she grips his shirt tightly. Sonthing that Allie did with me.

"Hey, baby," he whispers to her.

I feel my face flush with rage, ans I have to fight not to shift. If I do, it could hurt Allie.

But somehow, when Allie speaks, all of my rage fades away. I don't know if its from her voice, or from what she says, or from what she does after, but whatever, it makes me the image of calm.