Kiss Him

Omegaverse

Nathaniel

Part Six

This was awkward. Sitting in a chair while Walker and Marcus were all smooshing and Craig pottered around in his kitchen. Tidying up the mess we had made the night before. Although watching him try and explain why the mess was there in first place was kind of funny. The topic sort of became moot. But now….now I felt like the thorn in his side. I shouldn't have agreed to come in, but that Marcus guy made it hard for me to say no and when he mentioned he'd seen my face before, I prayed to the almighty that it was just a random mistake. He's not said anything about it since and I hoped he wouldn't say anything more about it. I was up in the ridiculous cold snowy mountains for a reason and to have someone recognize me was hell. I didn't want what I had done dredged up and I most definitely didn't want to explain myself either. It was no one's business but my own, although back home it was kind of everyone's business. Every damn magazine had my face plastered on it. It had every detail of what happened on numerous page's. So running was in my opinion my only option. "....oh god! That reminds me." Marcus said, struggling to sit up.

My stomach knotted as soon as Marcus opened his mouth. "Marcus, whatever you have to say is always crap," Craig grumbled, walking back in. "Here, take this."

"Oh wow. You actually had pop tarts. Such an angel."

"Well, I knew you'd end coming here so I got them."

"Awww Craig…"

"Shut up," Craig bit. While I just sat and watched them. They all looked so….content? Happy? Weird. They all looked weird. "Should you even be here when you're so close to shooting those kids out like missiles?"

"There you go with the loose ass shit again. Anyway I'm getting a C-section."

"In six weeks. We got it all booked." Walker added.

"....congratulations." I added, trying to put myself into their conversation or what's the point of me being here?

"Aww thanks." Marcus smiled.

"What are you having?"

"Oh god! Twin boys."

"Wow, twin's….that's, erm gonna be hard work."

"I know right? Anyway I wanted to say something now it's gone….shit. Walker what was it I was gonna say?"

"Not a clue. If you don't know how in the hell could I?"

"You make a valid point. It'll come back to me, but in the meantime why was your place such a mess? And no backing out this time. Come on, do tell."

Craig quickly shot me a look and I had to turn my eyes. "The storm freaked me out and the electrics went."

"Oh right. Your stupid. Falling over in the dark was it?" Marcus looked like he'd just won some kind of top prize for that one and it wasn't even that good.

So I added. "Yeah, it was thundering so bad…." Craig snorted and I looked at him. Fucker. "What?"

"Yeah. Thunnnndah snow…"

"Oh my fucking god! I don't sound like that!"

Marcus started laughing. "Haha, you kind of do."

"Oh god. Is that why you did that on the phone last night?" Walker asked.

"I so did not."

"Yeah Craig, you did. It was fucking hilarious."

"You were taking the piss out of my accent?"

"Thought you didn't have one?" Craig questions, looking at me.

"Not like how you make it sound, which by the way sounds so retarded."

"See. At least someone else thinks you're a retard." Marcus looked plenty satisfied with my remark and his plateful of pop tarts. Then my stomach growled reminding me of how damn empty it was. I didn't get to eat yesterday and I've not been able to drive into town because my fucking car is useless in the snow.

I sat chewing on my lip, thinking. I really don't want to, but I actually really need to. "....erm, Craig?"

"Yeah."

"Look, I don't want to ask...but I need to get into town and, well…."

"You want a lift?" He said around a slight smile.

"Yeah."

"Sure…."

"Get more pop tarts…"

"Get your own."

"God, you are such a party pooper." Marcus was sulking which was actually hella cute and even more cute when Walker hugged him and ran circles over his big belly.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" Craig said, folding his arms over his chest.

"Actually yes," Marcus replied and waved his hand between all four feet of him and Craig. "Come feel the kids."

"Na…."

"Why not. I told you they like your voice, so stop being a miserable asshole and feel these little kickers."

I swung my gaze to Craig, who shrugged. "I don't trust you. It took a day for my nuts to stop aching when you punched me," he explained. "It was painfully mortifying. I do not recommend going near him."

"That sounds….lovely," Holy fuck! They're all head cases. No, Walker seemed perfectly normal. "I should go…." I started to get up when Marcus let out a very loud gasp.

"Oh fuck! That's it!" I froze up as he stared at me. Please no. Please please no! "Nathaniel Douglas!" He blurted.

"....What?"

".....shit." He said between clenched teeth.

"Why did you…."

Marcus stared at me and his throat worked, like words were stuck there. "No....Never mind…"

"....Just fucking say it," I demanded, and of course there were tears starting to pool in my eyes because of course I had to make a mess of myself in front of Craig. "Go on Marcus, say it."

"Uh, Nathaniel…." Craig started, but I made a cutting motion with my hand. This was between me and Marcus, and I needed him to say the damn words. To tell me that the fucking pipe dream I’d been deluding myself into thinking wasn't real, was in fact real. That maybe I needed a slap in the face. Maybe I needed someone other than my family to tell me what a fucking prick I've been and I need to take ownership of my mistakes. And maybe stop running for once.

But Marcus said nothing. Not a single word. And my heart cracked right down the center. I forced myself to nod. "Okay. Alright, then. Good to know. I’m gonna go… shower. I think." I turned away and headed for the door, but Craig stepped forward and grabbed my wrist.

"Nathaniel…."

"No," I hissed at him. "I need to leave and forget about taking me anywhere tomorrow. Just...just leave it."

"Come on," His voice was wrecked. "Let's talk privately.…"

"There’s nothing to talk about, Craig. Really," Okay, there were epic mountains of things I should explain. Like I just basically shouted at a pregnant guy. Or maybe I should tell him before Marcus does, but I don't think I could stand to hear any of it from my own mouth. My stupidity. My selfishness. The fact I'm greedy and heartless. I didn't want to hear the hard truth from my own mouth.

"You know what," he whispered.

"They're waiting for you," I said, cutting in. "Don’t be rude."

"They can wait." I turned and found him standing inches from me, watching me intently. The look on his face would have broken my heart if it weren’t already broken.

"I can't stay, Craig." He ran a hand over his mouth.

"Look, they're going to another lodge shortly. So please come back."

"Why? Why would I come back here? What the fuck is here?" I pointed between us. "What's here for me? Nothing."

Craig’s eyes were all-the-way dark, and the pain I read there almost made me want to back down, to pause and reconsider. Almost. "If you don’t know… I guess I don’t know either. So let's just forget, right?"

"Yeah...just forget it," I flung my coat over my shoulder. "Take care of yourself, okay?" Then I walked out the door. And funnily enough, he made no move to stop me. I guess that's what's for the best really. He didn't need a cheating liar like me in his life. It's best if he just forgot he ever met me. But when, in the history of forgetting things, has anyone ever told someone to forget something and had them forget it? How would that even work? Yet sometimes we don't have a damn choice. Sometimes we do actually need to try and forget.