My Hot Alpha

I tried my best to lighten my mood. I was probably overreacting, but I couldn't pretend I wasn't a tiny bit hurt. I washed my hands and headed back downstairs. Jakes parents still hadn't arrived, and it was almost half 6.

"Are you sure they're coming?". I asked.

"I told them not to".

"What, why?". I frowned.

"Because I'm taking you out to dinner. We're getting out this house for a few hours".

"Jake". I knew he was doing this because I wasn't asked to go out with the girls, and I appreciated him so much for it. "Thank you".

"I'm taking you to dinner and then we're going to do whatever you want".

"Can we go for ice-cream and a walk along the beach?".

"As long as it puts a smile back on your face. I hate seeing you sad baby".

"I'm not sad I'm annoyed". I crossed my arms over my chest. "I don't want to be left out because I'm having a baby".

"I'm sure they didn't mean to".

"Yeah, well they still did it".

"Do you want to go out for dinner or not?". He spoke.

I nodded. I knew he wasn't in the mood to listen to my bullshit all night. But I still say I had the right to be pissed off and annoyed with them.

"Then grab your jacket and let's go".

We weren't even in the car five minutes, and I was already scrolling through Facebook looking to see if Alanna had uploaded anymore photos. I was jealous. They were out having fun and I wasn't.

I mean I could, but it wouldn't be the same

"Anything interesting on there?",

"Sorry". I shut it off and stuffed it in my purse. "What did you say to your mom about dinner?". I felt bad and it had been ages since we had a proper catch up. Maybe we should have invited them out instead. "Well". He scratched the back of his head. "They're meeting us at the restaurant".

I smiled. "I was hoping you would say that".

"I know you're not having the best time of it lately, but I'll try my best to make sure I keep that smile on your face". He took my hand in his lacing our fingers together.

"It's not that it's just". I paused. "It's stupid I'm being stupid, but I can't seem to control my emotions. Every little thing either makes me cry or makes me mad and then tonight just pissed me off". "I'm sure they didn't mean to upset you".

Again, I wasn't upset I was annoyed. But I didn't want to dwell over it. I was going to go have dinner and then stuff my face with ice-cream.

"Where are we going for dinner?". I asked.

"A nice little Italian place". He brought my hand to his mouth placing a kiss on my knuckles. "It's small and private and serves the best ice-cream". I grinned. "I still want jalapeños".