What Happens in Chapter 74: Not The Nicest Of them (2) – From the Book A weekend with the Alpha
Dive into Chapter 74: Not The Nicest Of them (2), a pivotal chapter in A weekend with the Alpha, written by Glory Tina. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Internet fiction.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it that way." I started. I didn't want to be the proud one who wouldn't apologize when they were wrong.
"What way?" he asked, his eyes holding little to no emotion on his face. He was good at hiding his genuine emotions, especially when hurt, and he was doing that now.
My eyes dropped. "Do not be like that. I do not want him getting used to a temporary provision."
"You know I wouldn't leave for the life beyond with what I have. They would be for my brothers, sister and him, right? Unless, of course, you plan on disconnecting from them after I'm gone..."
"I don't," I mumbled.
"Then I don't see the problem." I stayed silent, and he continued, "Next time I shop for Zion, I'll go alone."
I do not know why this man has to be as stubborn as a mule. I glared at him again, but he didn't look my way.
I guess going to the shop alone was his way of trying to avoid a fight, but this just made me angrier.
'This isn't about you, Zera, this is about what's best for Zion. It's his birthday after all and you gave the go-ahead to Aaron to plan it.'
That was right. This could very well be Aaron's last birthday with Zion, and fighting wasn't what we needed now.
The car came to a stop before my house, but neither of us opened the door or stepped out.
"Fine, next time you go shopping, it would be best to go alone," I answered, and it stung my heart to say it.
He cocked a brow at me as if trying to read into my reactions. "And you won't be mad?"
"If it means we would not have to fight over what to get, then it's fine."
"Oh, I didn't think we would have this talk calmly, though." He admitted.
The kiss was meant to be short and light, but the touch of our lips pulled me in. The softness of his lips and the tenderness of his kiss made my heart flutter in its cage, and I couldn't stop.
We pulled away after what seemed like forever, and I placed my head on his chest. "Thank you," I said, panting.
"You're welcome, love."
Unlike the disaster I expected and prepared for, the party turned out more successful and Aaron held his own. He was more organized and informed than I would admit out loud. For someone with little baby knowledge, he was vast in the field. Just like I promised, I took a step back and allowed him lead and he did it better than I could have ever imagined.
I had planned Zion's last four birthdays, but this put all those past year's parties to shame.
He didn't come home with any extravagant gift, but three days ago he got him a Megatron toy which Zion didn't need. He must have seen the look on my face because he said he'd return it if Zion didn't like it. As if Zion would ever use that line.
We bonded very well, and it made me happy. Despite equipping myself in case of a fallout, none of that happened. He was just a reasonable father who wanted the best for his son. He reminded me so much of my father and as much as it warmed my heart; it made me sad that he might not be around to witness his son add another year.
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