Revolting

Chapter Thirty Five - Popcorn Hannah

Daisy had loaned me a pair of soft, fleecy pajamas, that felt like fur against my bare skin. She had popped a big bowl of buttery popcorn, and made us root beer floats. I'd never had a root beer float before, but I was delighted with the sweet, fizzy, creamy treat. We sat on the big couch in front of a large, flat screen TV, and Daisy picked up a remote and started flipping through options, until she selected the latest Disney live-action movie. Watching TV was such a novelty for me that it wouldn't have mattered if we were watching a black and white silent film, I would have been glued to the screen. Daisy pulled a flannel blanket off the back of the couch to cover our legs and put the bowl of popcorn between us. "Eat popcorn," she said, grabbing a big fistful for herself.

I daintily ate the kernels one piece at a time savoring each one, but Daisy stuffed her mouth like a little kid in the most unladylike manner. She wiggled her eyebrows at me, and leaned back to enjoy the movie.

We were about half way through the adventure, when Gabe came into the room. He gave me a friendly smile, and then turned a longing look on Daisy. "Do you ladies mind if I join you?"

Daisy's face tightened, and she gave a non-committal shrug. I saw the hurt on his face, and I felt a little bad for him. I started to move aside to make room on the couch between us, but Daisy grabbed my arm and kept me close. I had a feeling she was holding me like a security blanket. I shot Gabe an apologetic look, wishing I could squirm away from the unhappy couple.

Gabe was not going to be so easily deterred though. He reached down, and picked Daisy up, making her yelp, and arranged himself underneath her, so that she was half-sitting on his lap. I took advantage of the moment to scoot as far from them as the couch would allow. I didn't want to be in the way of their private moment. I needn't have worried, however, because they were both so completely engaged with each other, I think they forgot that I was even in the room. "Come on Daisy, don't do this to me," Gabe said pleadingly.

"Do what to you?" Daisy snapped. "I haven't done anything to you. Your the one who is being stubborn and pig-headed."

"Pig-headed, really?" Gabe looked slightly offended. "I explained to you..."

"Oh yes, you explained to me," She twisted on his lap so that she could stare at him. "You explained to me how you are going to deny me the one thing I want the most because you have some god-damned inferiority complex." Oh man. They were going to get into it, right here, with me sitting beside them. I glanced back over the couch at the door to see if I could get away.

Gabe stiffened, "Its not an inferiority complex, Daisy. My brother and I grew up in foster care. We were moved from house to house while our dad was in jail and our mom bounced in and out of rehab. We never fit in anywhere. We were always the new kids, the brown-skinned Mexicans in the white, middle class school. We were always the ones getting bullied and pushed around. The ones getting teased for having hand-me-down clothes and worn out shoes. I don't want that for my kid, Daisy. I don't want my kid to be treated like he's different, or she's less than, because their dad was just a human."

"You aren't "just a human" for god's sake, you are my mate!" Daisy hissed in frustration.

"Look, I told you, if having a baby is so important to you, we can look for a sperm donor... a werewolf sperm donor."

"Oh my god," Daisy jumped off his lap and stared down at him incredulously. "You did NOT just suggest I have sex with another man to get pregnant."

His face turned fiery red. "No, that is not what I meant. They can do it in a doctors office, like a medical procedure. You don't actually have sex with anyone..."

She propped her hands on her hips, just like I do when I'm really mad. "I can't believe you Gabriel. I can't believe you would even suggest I have another man's baby. I don't just want A baby, I want YOUR baby, you idiot. You are my mate, you are the other half of my soul, you are my destiny. I love YOU, and only you. And we were meant to share our genetics in procreation."

Gabe's shoulders slumped, and he picked a piece of wayward popcorn off the flannel blanket. "Daisy... you don't know what its like." His eyes slid away from hers, looking down at the carpet.

"Oh don't I? I was born an omega, Gabe. I was born knowing I would never be strong or powerful or important. I was born knowing I would probably be scrubbing the alpha's toilet, cooking for the pack, and washing dirty underwear. I was lucky that I was born into a pack that respects its omegas, in other packs we are treated as slaves." She came close to him, leaned down and poked him in the chest. "But you know what? I've never been ashamed of who I am. I've always been happy in my own skin. I've never felt like I was less than. Until now. You, Gabe, have made me feel lower than a slug under a log." Hot tears ran out of her blue eyes and ran down her flushed cheeks. "Our baby would have had something you never had. She would have had TWO loving, responsible parents. She would have had a supportive and inclusive pack. Fine, maybe she wouldn't have grown up into a pack warrior. Maybe she would have been a musician, or an artist, or a chef, or a god damned ballerina. Not everybody has to be soldier."

Both of them were breathing heavily, and they were practically nose to nose, staring each other in the eye. Gabe reached up and gently stroked away a tear, and I could practically feel the energy sparking off the two of them. In the next second Daisy was jumping onto him, fisting his hair in her small hands, and kissing him as though she would die if she didn't have his lips. I wanted to look away, but somehow, I couldn't. I was fascinated by the dynamic between them. They had a major disagreement, and yet they loved each other, they needed each other like they needed air to breath. Gabe ran his hands up and down her back, and then pulled her in close, tight against his body. Daisy wriggled in his arms, and pushed him back against the cushions, freeing herself so that she could straddle his lap. When she reached for his belt buckle, I knew that was my cue to leave. I couldn't sit there and watch them go at it like I was some kind of voyeur, even if I was painfully curious. I took the bowl of popcorn and tiptoed toward the door. When I looked back, Gave already had Daisy's shirt off, and his hands were inside of her bra, massaging her breasts. Daisy's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted.

I took my popcorn and slipped out the back door. I went to the back door, and stepped out into the dark night, and sat on the back stairs, munching the popcorn by myself. It was salty, and I had forgotten to take my root beer float. I pouted, thinking it would be all melted and warm by the time they finished doing their business in there. I looked up the moon, which was only half full, and wondered what Heath was doing. Probably something pretty similar to what the couple on the couch were doing. I sighed and ran a hand down my own chest, cupping my own breast. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like, to have someone touch me like that, love me like that.