68) So, Weather...

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(A/N: There's a thunder storm going on right now and it's shaking the house:) but it kinda sounds like a rly intense base, Lol.)

••• Jason's POV •••

  I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. This is all hitting me really f*cking hard and really f*cking fast. "Should we talk about things?" I asked Maria more aggressively than I meant to.

  She looked up from her meal and locked eyes with me. She sighed but put the burger down and gave me her full attention. "Do you want to?" She asked me.

  "No, but we need to," I gritted out, trying not to take the stress out on her.

  This is all my fault, I shouldn't be mad at her for it.

  "Of course we need to talk about it, Wolfie. Just not right now. We need to talk when we're not exhausted, starving, and injured."

I shook my head, "You're right." Then my attention shot back to her, "How's your abdomen?"

She shrugged and glanced down at the wrap job one of our pack doctors did, "Finally healing after some rest," she said. She glanced up at me, "thanks for that, by the way."

I nodded, "No problem."

"I liked holding you." Did I say that out loud?

She giggled.

A smile tugged to my lips.

"And I liked being held," she grinned shyly.

I couldn't help the matching grin that grew on my face as well.

"Now eat, it'll sober you up and food is good."

  "Hey, I am perfectly sober," I lied.

  She snorted and shook her head, "Sure mister," she deepened her voice and put an over exaggerated frown on her face, "We should talk about all our problems right this instant," she mocked me.

  "Hey, I do not sound like that!" I defended, holding back a smile.

  She put her hands on her hips. "I do not sound like that!"

  "Oh yeah, very funny, very mature," I nodded in feigned agreement.

  "But of course," she crossed her legs, leaned back in her chair, and stuck her pinky out from her plastic cup, "I am the epitome of maturity."

  She jumped when her chair started tipping back, spilling some of her soda as she almost flipped.

I started laughing hysterically at her antics, the irony of her last comment and her chair almost flipping being too much for me.

She breathed heavily with wide eyes, "That wasn't even an ironic joke, that for real just happened," she said, sounding like she was coping with it herself.

My laughter boomed louder.

She clutched her chest with one hand while the other clutched the table for safety, "My life just flashed before my eyes."

I shook my head as the laughter continued.

I know I don't have the right to feel this.

But I can't help but think it.

I f*cking love this woman.

'. . . Yeahhhh. . . Even I don't think you're allowed to say that.'

Shut up Ki.

~*~*~*~

Maria sighed.

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