Barely slipping out of consciousness, I barely recognize that I’m being carried.
An arm is wrapped under my knees, and another supports my back as I’m pressed to a chest.
I softly hum and bury myself deeper into the warm feeling, falling back into sleep.
———
I yawn and open my eyes, sunlight making them close again.
I groan and give them time to adjust to the sudden light. While it does so, I hear the soft sound of birds chirping outside, and the warm comforter sheets around me.
Opening my eyes again, I realize I’m in an unfamiliar room, and in someone’s bed.
I quickly sit up and look around.
I hear a chuckle next to me, and see Malik sitting on a couch.
“What?” I sneer.
“You always have the same reaction when you wake up in a random room. It’s amusing.” Malik laughs.
“Well I’ve been doing a lot of that lately, and I would appreciate it if it no longer happened.” I scowl.
Malik just keeps smiling.
Why was this guy so happy all the time? Honestly. It’s weird.
“Get used to it. I don’t think Moretti is going to let you leave anytime soon.”
I growl and get up and out of the bed. “He can’t control me.”
Malik just stands up and shrugs. “Okay babe. Whatever you say.”
He makes his way out of the room. He stops in the door way, and looks at me. “Do you want breakfast?”
I’m taken aback. “I thought you guys would lock me up in this room or something.”
Malik grimaces. “We aren’t monsters, despite what the rumors say about us.” And then leaves the room.
I narrow my eyes in confusion, but follow Malik out of the room nonetheless.
“Boo!” Malik jumpscares me and I scream and take a few steps back.
“What the fuck, Malik?” I gasp for air.
He shakes his head in amusement. “Sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
“That is correct. Now let’s go get waffles from Luca.” He beckons me, and I cautiously begin to follow him again.
This place is ginormous. We walk down a long hall before walking down a really nice staircase. Then we walked into another long hall, that eventually led to the kitchen.
This place was going to be a pain to get around.
The kitchen took me aback by surprise. It was easily triple the size of my pack house one back in Ohio. It wasn’t modern and white like what I was used too, but a dark wooden, Victorian style.
I see a short man with blonde fluffy hair mix something in a bowl. He was wearing an oversized maroon short sleeved shirt, and some shorts.
He must’ve felt presence in the room, because this guy turned and looked at me, with quite a bored expression.
His dark blue eyes examined me up and down, before he looked at Malik.
Suddenly, it’s like he never had this apathetic personality.
A huge smile grew from ear to ear as he launched himself at Malik.
Malik easily caught his small 5’4″ figure due to being barely over six foot.
“Malik! You’re home!” He said happily.
I turned away as soon as Malik kissed this man.
“How are you and the baby, Luca?” Malik asked, concerned.
“Hungry.” I turned back to Malik and this Luca guy.
“Who’s this?” Luca was looking at me, and Malik shrugged.
“Moretti’s mate. He won’t tell us his name.”
I narrow my eyes. “If Moretti won’t tell me his first name, then I won’t tell anyone mine as well.”
Luca scoffed. “Well he’s stubborn.”
“Yet again, I am not stubborn!” I huff.
Luca and Malik share some sort of look, before they both just shrugged.
“Then I’ll just keep calling you babe.” Malik smirked.
“Uh, no you won’t.” Luca hit his mates arm.
“Well then what should I call him?” He flailed his arms.
Luca began thinking, before Malik gasped.
“I’ll just call you waffle. Since were eating them for breakfast!” He cheered.
Luca just rolled his eyes. “I swear, if this baby has your personality, I’m going to end myself.”
Malik just put his arm over Lucas shoulders. “You love my personality.”
Luca just shrugged, and went back to mixing whatever was in the bowl. I’m assuming it was the pancake mix.
“No one is calling me waffle.” I grumble.
“Then tell us your name.” Luca starts pouring the batter into a waffle press.
I shake my head.
“I can guess it.” Malik points.
“I’ll say no to every guess.” I challenge.
“Max.”
I sigh.
“Harry.”
I just give him a stoic stare.
“Babe Ruth?”
“Why would my name be Babe Ruth?” I scoff.
“Because you’re a babe!”
“Malik! Stop calling everyone babe or else I will dump this waffle batter on your head.” Luca picks up the bowl.
Malik just turns back to me, not caring about the threat.
“Is it Macklemore?”
“Oh goddess save me now.”
———
I was long finished with my waffles, but I was still suffering at the table.
I swear, Malik can eat anything and everything.
He shoved another bite of his millionth waffle into his mouth.
“Jeff?”
I shake my head
“I wish it was Jeff.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”
“So you can go ‘my name is jeff’ when you tell people your name!” He said in a weird tone.
I scrunched up my nose.
“How about Liam?”
Oh shit.
“No.”
Malik’s eyes widen.
“Holy shit, your name is Liam!”
I shake my head. “No it’s not.”
He nods. “Yes it is. It’s the only guess that you actually said no too!”
I snort. “Just because I said no doesn’t mean it’s my name.”
“Goddess, I didn’t think I would actually guess it.”
“You didn’t guess it!” My voice goes higher.
“Yes I did.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Then how come your voice went higher just now?” He states.
I stay quiet.
“Oh goddess, I actually guessed correctly!”
“Why are you so hung up on the fact that you guessed correctly?” I narrow my eyes.
“Because I actually got something right for once! Honestly, did you think I actually believed in myself?” He finishes his waffle.
I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Just don’t tell Moretti.”
Malik just leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “I don’t need to.”
I raise a brow.
“Liam, huh?” I quickly turn around and see Moretti in the doorway.
“What’s it to you?” I growl.
He just examines me.
“Come with me. We need to talk.”
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