My Unforgivable Mate novel Chapter 54

"God no," he laughs. "With no real reason to reject me the void in me grew more profound then ever, I feel it till this day. Heavy shit to carry."

"She must feel it too right? The void?"

"I don't know, I've never know how she really felt about me. Now that I'm eighteen," he sighs, "I hope she comes back," he scoffs, "or at least comes to her senses." He shakes his head out. "Not like you though,"

I eye him, coming to a park. "It's not like I'm mated to your sworn nemesis."

"I've been trying to talk to him about that."

"No need," his green eyes stick to mine, "arrogant wolves we are, remember?" I part my lips to protest but my eyes linger on two figures coming our way.

"Dad wants to wish Tomas a happy birthday," Tili knocks through his window, I have no choice but to unlock the car and we follow my sisters back up. "Dad Tomas' here! Come!" Tomas shoots me a look before letting Tili drag him away.

"Ma'?" I move up the stairs and knock softly on her door. I don't get an answer and take it upon myself to wonder in, the room is surprisingly clean to what it was like when Tili was born, stepping in I see tiny legs squirming around.

Nathaniel whines before erupting into a fit crying.

"Hey, no, don't cry." I pick him up with him still wailing. "Hey shhh, shhh, I got you." He's a feather in my arms wrapped in white baby clothes. "You hungry?" I sway him. "Is that what it is?"

"Nadia?" My mother comes in with a towel and damp hair. "Oh good, I thought all of you guys were already gone." She moves across the room disappearing into her closet.

"Nathan," I lift him at eye level, his pink lips part in another cry as his tongue vibrates with the volume. I turn him to sniff his butt but get only a whiff of baby powder, "Okay then." I start moving to go downstairs and go in the fridge where two bottle are already done.

"Okay, hold on." I see an empty bottle, picking it up I go to open a cupboard where we keep all our water bottles and grab one, I work with my left hand filling the empty bottle with water. "You thirsty? All that crying must have you dehydrated."

I move him laying his head in the nook of my arm then give him the bottle. "There you go." He's desperate to suck on the bottle, I blow softly on his pink face and watch him blink more tears out. "Yeah? You were thirsty huh?" I rub my pinky across his cheek drying his face.

"He's been crying no stop," Bailey walks in taking a seat. "It's starting to drive me a little crazy."

"He's not that bad." I watch how his eyes flutter open and blue stare back at me before they close lazily.