123\u2013What If I Never Left\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
After Graham\u2019s announcement, I didn\u2019t stick around.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had no strength to argue back and forth with them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It frustrated me that, all this time, everyone\u2019s focus remained on what they wanted, not what I wanted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I understood that he was expressing his undying love for me, but at the same time, he didn\u2019t want to take no for\u00a0<\/p>\n
an answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
How can someone love another yet not let them make their own decisions?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter managed to open the door against the harsh wind because I had told him I wanted to get out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thankfully, he didn\u2019t pressure me, even though he could tell the wind was fierce outside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We began walking out of the house. The wind blew in my face, almost blinding me with dust particles.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Soon, I noticed the pressure of the wind eased, and the particles stopped hitting me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I opened my eyes, I realized why. Baxter was walking sideways, hands stretched out, making sure his body shielded mine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then I heard a loud bang against his head. He opened his eyes, and briefly our eyes met.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the cutest, softest, and most innocent way, he said, \u201cHow the heck did a pan hit me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a moment, I wanted to laugh, he was right. Where did the pan come from?\u00a0<\/p>\n
But then I remembered all the stress and chaos, and we kept moving.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before long, we reached our mansion and, thankfully, got inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I noticed he had some bruises. He had been hit by quite a few things.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo storms like this happen often here?\u201d I asked Baxter, taking deep breaths once we were inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He began ruffling his hair, brushing away the dust, and I noticed how good\u2013looking he was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had to look away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes after you left. Maybe when the moon goddess is angry,\u201d he replied, not commenting on my awkward glance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy, what is going on? Why is the wind so scary?\u201d Bodhi asked when he saw me arrive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He hurried from beside Nina and reached toward me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the same time, the others also arrived, acknowledging Baxter, but I noticed they seemed a little restrained around him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even though he had spoken with them during the dinner we shared the other night, whenever he stepped away and returned, it took them a moment to respond to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I assumed it was because one of those times, Yuvonne had ruined a dinner for them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
123\u2013Who Never Left\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s nothing. It happens sometimes here. It\u2019s because we are so powerful that the wind knows we can withstand it,\u201d Baxter explained, squatting in front of them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The three moved closer to him, so he wrapped his arms around them and carried all of them together to the living\u00a0<\/p>\n
room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what was so important? The way you left, I was kind of worried for you,\u201d Nina remarked as she approached me, her voice calm and steady.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew that when Nina questioned me like that, it usually meant she wanted to pry information out of me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just that I thought the storm was probably because of the sickness. You know how sometimes things happen that suggest the sickness is the reason behind it,\u201d I replied, making up the excuse quickly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBy the way, which one of the guards is in contact with Sawyer?\u201d I asked her, remembering that he had found out from one of them what was happening here.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was mainly because there was no phone contact allowed between the Human World and the Werewolf land, so the only way they could contact him was through emails.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And somehow my emails were blocked. I wasn\u2019t allowed to email outside the Werewolf Land, yet one of the guards had managed to do it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not sure. I\u2019ll try to ask around, but I\u2019m pretty sure Sawyer must have told them not to tell you or me, or else we would have known by now already,\u201d she explained, and I began to nod in small movements.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyway, now that everything is clear, I\u2019ll be able to get in contact with him because I\u2019ll speak to the council about the rules. I should be allowed to speak with my husband,\u201d I stated anxiously, afraid of what would happen once Sawyer realized he wouldn\u2019t be allowed to come here very often after the cure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Would he be okay with it? I couldn\u2019t be sure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll go prepare lunch for you. Is Alpha Baxter staying around?\u201d she wondered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My head turned to Baxter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I remembered the conversation we had in his bedroom, including the text messages he had shown me from the past that had left him bruised, and I began to wonder if his anger toward me had been completely justified.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadeline?\u201d Nina snapped her fingers in front of my face, pulling me out of my thoughts.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh. Yeah, sorry. Yes, we\u2019re not going to let him walk out in this wind. This time he was lucky it was only pans and pots hitting him. Next time we don\u2019t know what else the wind will bring,\u201d I responded, letting her know how dangerous it was for any of us to step outside at this point.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After she left for the kitchen, I went to lock the door to make sure the kids didn\u2019t run out, because sometimes they did things like that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch, watching Baxter try to build Legos with the kids, I couldn\u2019t help but think about the impact the texts had on him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wondered what would have happened if I had received those messages at that time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In those texts, he didn\u2019t only say he was ready to take responsibility if the child was his, but also that he was ready to do it even if the child was not his.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Which meant that if I had received those texts in time, I would have never left the werewolf world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
How different my life would have been then.\u00a0<\/p>\n
While I kept staring, one question from my daughter brought me back to awareness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you really going to marry Aunt Yuvonne? I don\u2019t like her,\u201d Gina said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned to Baxter, who was watching me in silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he steadily shook his head. \u201cI\u2019m not sure myself anymore,\u201d he admitted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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