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 ady."


    He grinned, the tension between us seeming to loosen.


    I watched as he cooked; I sat at the ind 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 n 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 wasing 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 ce 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 te of food in my direction. He grabbed himself a


    te 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


    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 d 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 ce as he watched me eat.


    He blinked a few times, and it looked as if I had just pped him. He cleared his


    throat and nced at his ce.


    "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 tes and started to clean.


    "Guest room is the first door on the


    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 exin.


    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?"


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