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“Tell me,” Sam requested in a soft husky voice.

“I keep thinking this has to be a dream. That I’ll wake up and none of this will have happened.” His eyes sought out Sam’s searching for answers to questions he didn’t know how to ask.

“I know this has been hard on you,” he brought his other hand up to gently hold Quentin’s face between their palms. “It’s why I didn’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“You’re not,” he stared up at him “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Pity it took being kidnapped by a bunch of renegade werewolves to bring us together.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, glad he could joke about it “fate has a funny way of working things out.”

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Arashi combed his fingers through his shaggy, black hair, moving it away from his eyes. Glancing over, he was his boyfriend staring at at the waves as they crashed against the sandy shore. It seemed like he was a million miles away in his mind. He been so quiet for days now.

Benny? Are you pissed at me or something? Arashi asked quietly.

Not looking back at his companion, Bennett shook his head. His hand crept over slowly to grip the other man’s, squeezing it gently. Not at all.

Arashi’s brows pulled together in concern as he continued to watch the redhead. Only recently had they officially started dating after a year of messing around secretly. He couldn’t help but find the timing of both the shift in their relationship & Bennett’s mood. Sadly he wondered if perhaps he missed Ezra, wishing he’d made a different choice.

It’s not you, Benny whispered as if he could read his boyfriend’s thoughts. It’s really not; I promise. It’s.. it’s all me. I’m sorry, Arashi.

Do you regret this?

Finally looking over, their eyes met & Benny could see the worry in his lover’s. Do I regret us?

The raven haired man sighed. Yeah, us. Do you regret not.. not choosing differently? I know you & Ezra….

Holy shit, the redhead groaned to himself. I fucking suck. I’m literally the worst boyfriend anyone could have. I’m making you think this isn’t what I want. I swear it is. I’ve waited so long for this. I love you, babe. There’s no regrets at all in that or this, he assured him, holding up their clasped hands. Pulling them towards him, he kissed Arashi’s knuckles softly.

Benny, what’s wrong then? Before we, he paused, breathing in deeply & inhaling the seaside morning air. You seemed happy when we spent time together. I want you to be happy, baby.

You make me happy, Arashi, Benny responded quickly, not wanting to give the man anymore doubt than he already held. I’m just fucking worried about whether or not I can be the boyfriend you need. You deserve so much better. You do. I know that you do. I want to make YOU as happy as you make ME. I just don’t know if I can or if I am even worth you wasting the time.

“We’ll need to find a crib for that little pup to sleep in,” Sam observed as he watched the toddler move over a planter and begin shredding it.

“If he keeps this up he’ll destroy the whole house,” Quinten said, sounding somewhat annoyed.

“He’ll outgrow it,” Sam said, picking the child up. “His nails itch and they need stimulation. It’s what you expect when you start a family.”

Quinten stared at him “do you want to start a family?” He’d thought about it in the past. That was before this whole nightmare had changed his life. Somehow he thought that was out of the question.

“I think you’d look kind of cute with a pregnant belly,” he chuckled watching Quentin’s face turn red.

“More or less,” Sam shrugged “there could be a few exceptions.” Glancing at Quentin’s face he couldn’t hold back the laughter his expression caused “don’t look so appalled. I’m sure there are males in your society giving birth. I know I’ve read about it in the papers. Even met the man who made it possible.”

“It’s not that,” he objected, “it’s just we’ve barely even kissed and you’re already talking about babies and stuff.”

“It’s not something we have to do right away,” he said shaking his head. “I just believe in letting you know that I’m in this for the long run. It’s not a fling or a one night stand. I want the whole thing.”

Quentin’s heart soared “no one has ever said that to me before.”

“Then they were fools,” Sam growled.

“I…” he smiled up at him. Sam was the type of man he’d only dreamed about. The type he knew he was never good enough for.

Setting the toddler down Sam reached over to caress Quentin’s cheek. “What’s wrong? Did I say something? Do something?”

“What’s wrong?” Quentin asked scurrying closer to Sam where he felt less exposed and protected.

“It won’t start” he mumbled “we have gas, oil. Could be the battery.”

“Does that mean we walk?” sounding more worried than he did moments before when he thought he was going to have to ride out of here.

“I thought you didn’t want to ride,” Sam smirked at him.

“I like staying here even less” he hugged his arms around himself peering into the growing darkness, ears straining to hear the faintest sound of the pack returning.

“We’re not walking yet,” Sam said, swinging a leg over the bike. “I’m going to try kick starting it. If it does, you’ll need to jump on quick. They’ll hear the engine and come running.

“I’m not riding that” Quentin snapped as Sam pulled a tarp from a motorcycle.

“You want to stay here?” he asked, “take your chances with what’s left the renegades?”

Unconsciously he cast his head around the yard shivering. “No but” licking his lips, his eyes darting around “I’ve never rose on one before.”