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Pinky Promise
Thump. Thump.
His heart pounds in his chest. Yet another near miss during an argument. They said the mate bond was perfect, you're paired with your perfect partner. They said you temper each other, that you make each other better while still loving all the flaws.
He's not so sure about that.
He and his mate fight all the time. About the temperature in the apartment, about living lights on, about the length and heat of showers, about what kind of food they should be buying, over what TV shows they should watch. They fight while they are together. They fight when they aren't. They even fight when they aren't talking. And no amount of giving on his part seems to be helping. Its like his mate wants him to be mad at them for some reason.
And as the giver in the relationship he feels like he's more than crossed several lines, but his mate keeps pushing. Its to the point now that the only way he gets any piece is when he takes himself to the couch and leaves his mate to fume in their room. The next morning things seem to settle a little until something is said or done or...
He shakes his head and walks into the bathroom, deciding that the fights will continue regardless so he he's going to take a hot shower before bed. Of course he trips over where his mate had left his clothes on the floor as he steps back to take off his shirt and just turned on the water. Crashing back he swears under his breath, he had knocked over the waste basket. Shoving things back in he pauses when he sees a little pink, plastic strip. It clearly has a “pregnant” written a crossed it.
Suddenly he gets what's wrong. He shoves the test into the basket, rights it, gets up and turns off the shower. Correcting his shirts position and quickly washing his hands he sighs to himself, “So it is my fault.” He had talked with his mate only one month prior about kids and he had claimed them to be annoying and unneeded. Of course his little bearer wanted children, what bearer didn't?
He goes to the bedroom door and knocks lightly, “Hey, Hon. Can I come in?”
“g-Go away,” His bearer's voice is shaking and they sound like they're sniffling. “I don't... I don't wanna see your face!”
He winces at that, running fingers through his long and curly hair. “Look, I'm sorry, I didn't know back then what I was saying... I... I... I saw the test, Hale.” The sniffling stops a moment before a small “oh” floats through the door and then its being opened. Seeing his little bearer all puffy eyed and tear streaked he just sigh and lifts them into his arms. Cradling his small bearer he kisses the top of their head and carries them back to them bed where he curls up around them. “I am so sorry, Honey. I didn't know.”
His bearer nods and just buries their face into his shirt. Smiling gently he pats their back and then pets their hair, “But, its okay... We'll be great parents.”
“Promise?” The tiny voice asks softly and he nods.
“I promise...”
His bearer looks up at with a serious expression, one of those 'no pulling my leg or I'll eat you' looks. The same one that he always has to hold back the need to chuckle at since his mate is always super cute when they do that. Finally his mate speaks again, “Pinky promise?” The little bearer holds up their small hand with their pinky stuck out.
Now he does chuckle at how cute that was. But he links pinks and leans down to touch noses, “Pinky promise, my love...” The two curl into each other for warmth, the giver wraps his big and fluffy wings around his mate. “Now. Lets get some sleep, mmkay?”
“oh...okay...”
And the two snuggle for a bit more before their breathing evens out. Then they are asleep. It seems the two were meant for one another after all.
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