Louis is incarcerated as a juvenile inmate. Once his release date arrives, he is faced with the fact that he has nobody to take custody of him.
Legally he can not leave the juvenile detention center, until, he either locates a responsible adult...
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Harry's POV
"Lou... Baby, open the door."
"Go away, Harry. I want to be alone."
"Love, please don't cry... I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way. You're beautiful, my love. Of course I want to be with you, but this is about us not being ready yet."
Lou didn't respond.
"Love?... Love, you're not hurting yourself, are you? That's it, I'm coming in."
"No, Harry... go away."
"Louis please..."
"Harry get the fuck away from me! I feel fat & unattractive. I'm pregnant, and hormonal. I can't even manage my emotions like a sane person, right now. I just want to be left, the fuck alone!"
I stood listening in worriedly.
After a bit, he started running the water, stepping into the shower, clanging the sliding door as he stepped in.
Okay... He's fine, he's just gonna shower. I'll give him his space, now.
I ordered Lou's favorite Japanese restaurant, on delivery, and prepared 'The Notebook' on the family room television.
His hormones get like this when he approaches his delivery dates...
Lou emerged from the hall, wearing my blue flannel pajama bottoms, a paternity top, and my black robe, with fluffy socks.
My clothes were baggy on him, and he looked absolutely adorable.
I fonded over my Omega, knowing he wore my clothes to gain the comfort my scent provided.
"Come cuddle, love.", I opened my arms up to him.
He laid on my chest, nuzzling into my neck. I've missed this... Soothing him with my touch, and scent...
"I'm sorry, Haz..."
"Don't be, Blue. I understand... your body's under a lot of stress right now. You can't control that."
"Love, I'm having a pretty specific pregnancy craving at the moment...", he whispered seductively into my ear.
I crinkled my nose up, in a attempt to hold in my laughter, smirking, knowing what he was implying.
He's adorable...
I exposed my neck to him, allowing him to drink from me.
"Mmmm...", The Hybrid moaned, sending vibrations through my veins.
Our mating bond pulsed.
This might be problematic for more polished traditional mates.
...Not for us, though.
We don't hide our affection for one another.
Love is never something to be ashamed of or, hidden. ...especially since we are mates. We should be proud of our love, and we are.
We wear our mating imprints, love bites, hickies, sex scratches, & fang puncture wounds proudly.
We never hide them, we admire them too much.
When people ask about it, we tell them straight up, without shame.
Strangers often ask if I've been attacked, and go off ranting racial slurs that inherently target my Omega, Or, I'm accused of being overly promiscuous.
I never hold my tongue on the matter, always quick to explain, yearning to spread love & understanding.
I can hear myself now:
'Excuse me... not another word. I won't tolerate racial slurs of any kind. You are directly targeting my mate. I'll have you know, that these markings are a symbol of the love between my mate and I. I will never apologize for embracing love. I'm a Bisexual Wolf Alpha Male. My mate is a Gay Hybrid Omega Male. We are in love, mated, and married. We have 12 pups together. If you have a problem with that, keep it to yourself.'
I would do anything for the omega. I can't stand the hate he gets for merely existing.
Sometimes when we're out as a family we get awful comments.
There are times when people don't realize I'm his alpha...
They attack him viciously, using racial, sexist, wolfist, vampirist, & homophobic slurs, thinking no one is there to defend him.
