Kidnapped By My Mate

Parents&Brothers House (Home)

From the moment Enzo was born, right up until yesterday I regretted not being able to spend more time with him but now I see that as a blessing, I did get to know him or connect with him the way I should and I hate to say it but I also didn't get to love my son like I should of. The most time I spent thinking about him is when he was kidnapped. The things people say are right, I guess I am just a selfish teenager.

But that was yesterday and so I don't cry, I'm telling myself that today is a new day. I'm also trying to forget about the past.

Right now I'm sat in the car with Blake, he's driving me to my parents. It's quiet the only noise comes from the low volumed radio which leaves me alone with my thoughts.

"So your clear on the plan?" I question him.

"Yes. We don't mention Enzo or the pregnancy and of corse anything supernatural." Blake replies. "Stop worrying, I'm not going to put both of us to your parents."

We pull up on the driveway and I stare forward at the familiar wall that I used to see every time I pulled up in the car.

We get out and walk to the door, I knock a couple times but no answer. I pull on the door handle and the door falls open. "Hello...?" I question.

"Nora!" My mom exclaims, running down the stairs and enclosing me in a hug.

My dad plods down the stairs too, shortly followed by Wyatt and Danny. "We've missed you." Danny says.

"You've grown." I smile, hugging him. "How old are you now? Eight?"

"I'm eleven Nora." He replies.

Eleven? Have I really been away four years?

I look back at Blake in disbelief but he nods and gives me a look that says he'll explain later. "Well then your pretty darn old."

"Speaking of ageing you don't look a year older." My mom says. "He must be taking really good care of you."

"Although your eyes." Wyatt says suspiciously from the corner. He looks so different that I almost didn't recognise him, his hair a tiny bit darker and his face more chiseled and he has defiantly been hitting the gym. "They aren't your normal colour, are they? Or have I just forgotten because I haven't seen you in so long?"

"Contacts." I reply. "I like this colour."

"Well don't just stand out there, come on in." My dad says welcomingly. "It's still your house Nora."

I walk in, followed by Blake. My mom shuts the door behind us and we follow my dad into the living room.

"Danny's been drawing some stuff for you." My mom tells me. "I'll go get it."

"I want to come." Danny squeals.

"It's on the top shelf, I best come." My dad chuckles. "Brb." My dad says, thinking he's cool. Is it weird that I missed that?

Then I notice the only people left in the room is Blake, Wyatt and I. "Well at least this time your arms aren't bruised, now I can rest assure that he hasn't been hitting you again." Wyatt says, breaking the awkward silence which I would rather stayed awkward than like this.

"I wasn't hitting her." Blake growls.

"What was it then? Punching? Kicking?" Wyatt questions, standing up from the armchair.

"Like she said, she fell."

"I did Wyatt stop looking for trouble where there isn't any. I'm happy with Blake." I argue.

"Wyatt fix our guests a drink please!" My mom yells.

"Gladly." He mumbles, walking into the kitchen.

"Just keep your cool. He'll stop." I tell Blake, noticing his claws slightly poking through.

A/N:

The moment you've all been waiting for.... This chapters shout out goes to...
ItsDaMidget.