Fated (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (the best books to read TXT) 📕

She might as well get a snack as she waited, she thought as she rummaged through the fridge for something. She fist pumped when she found a jar of pickles and a snicker bar. Whoever did this, her wolf thought as Molly shoved a pickle in her mouth and bit the snicker bar, needs to be awarded.
“Molly!” Carol hissed at her, making her stop her chewing.
“Wah?” She asked with her mouth full, not exactly lady like but she could care less. Carol stormed over to her and snatched the pickles out of her hand, but Molly moved her other hand away before she could take the snicker bar away.
“You’re about to go eat, you can’t eat snacks!” Carol hissed low, she obviously didn’t want Thomas hearing this. Molly just didn’t care anymore.
“I’m pregnant, I can do whatever the hell I want. That and you’re not my mom.” Molly quipped back loudly. Carol narrowed her eyes on Molly and Molly froze. You see there was a reason that Carols’ nick name was Carrie. She was fucking crazy. And there was a certain way you knew she was about to go crazy. It was… ‘the smile’. Carols’ face was, normally, a perfect example of the girl next door. Her cute dimples showed on her face, even if she wasn’t smiling, her shiny black eyes normally covered by blue contacts were bright and full of life, her lips full and pink, and her teeth small and perfect. But the thing was, whenever she was pissed about something her face broke out into ‘the smile’. It was one of those smiles you might see an off person wear. The one that’s full, shows teeth and seems like it’s painful.
“Molly, please don’t make me pick you up, drag you to Thomas and let him go home with you. Because I promise you that will not be entertaining for you. For me, though, it’ll be freaking hilarious. So walk out there, smile at Thomas and have fun at the beach.” She said slowly and Molly gulped and nodded. Her wolf didn’t even fight back with her. He stood there, wearing a green v-neck tee that clung to his figure, and black skinny jeans. Skinny jeans weren’t really made for any male older than 25, but Thomas, somehow, managed to make it work. He looked to her and smiled, she blushed and folded a lock of hair behind her hair. Making Carol and Sarah tut their tongue. Sighing she put the lock back and walked toward Thomas.
“Ready to have fun?” Thomas asked as he hugged her.
“Fun is what got me into this mess.” Molly joked and he chuckled, she stilled at the sound. She had never heard him laugh, or chuckle. Hell he’d never even giggle. It was musical, like hearing sleigh bells when you’re a kid and thinking, ‘whoa it’s Santa Claus!’.
“Be safe, and remember. No later than midnight!” Sarah said as she pushed them out, Molly didn’t even get a chance to ask for one more pickle before the door was slammed behind them.

He looked at her bewildered eyes and threw an awkward smile. She smiled back tentatively and blushed. He felt so awkward, just standing there and not doing anything. He cleared his throat and tried to say something, but was cut off when she grabbed his hand and led them down the walkway.
“Well, since you’re being all awkward and junk, why don’t I just take you on a date. Wouldn’t want you to burn the few brain cells you have, would I?” She said lightly and he chuckled lightly. Some of his confidence regained with her hand in his, some of his happiness came back to him, overturning the fear of a date gone wrong. So what if it went wrong, they would fix it anyway and have a great time. As long as they were with each other, everything would be fine. He had to borrow his dads’ jeep, seeing as the only vehicle he had was a motorcycle. He helped her up into it and gave her a peck on the cheek before closing the door and walking to the drivers’ side.
“What was that about?” She asked, her cheeks a rosy red.
“Can I not kiss my beautiful mate?” He asked, buckling in and she snorted.
“Kissing is part of what got me into this mess here.” She said and patted her bulging belly. He smiled and started the car and drove toward the beach. A song came on that he didn’t know, and he was startled when she started belting out tunes.
“I should ink my skin, with your name. Take my passport out again, and just replace it. See I could do without a tan, on my left hand, where my forefinger meets my knuckle. And I should run you a hot bath and fill it up with bubbles. ’Cause maybe you’re loveable, and maybe you’re my snowflake, and your eyes turn from green to grey, in the winter I’ll hold you in a cold place. And you should never cut your hair, ‘cause I love the way you flick it over your shoulder. And you would never know just how beautiful you are to me. But maybe I’m just in love when you wake me up.” She sung softly and he turned it up a little. She smiled and closed her eyes, rubbing her belly.
“Would you ever feel guilty, if you did the same to me? Would you make me a cup of tea, to open my eyes the right way? And I know you love Shrek, ‘cause we’ve seen it twelve times. And maybe you’re hoping for a fairy tale too. And if you’re dvd breaks, today, you should’ve got a vcr, ‘cause I’ve never owned a Blu-ray, true say. And I’ve always been shit at computer games, and your brother always beat me, and when I lost I’d go across and chuck all the computers at the TV. And then you’d laugh at me, and be asking me if I’m gonna be home next week. And then you’d lie with me until I fall asleep and flutter an eyelash on my cheek between the sheets. And you will never know, just how beautiful you are to me, but maybe I’m just in love when you wake me up.” Her voice put his wolf in a spell, his wolf now crooned for some attention. She was giving her all to the song, her and her wolf were singing it. Her wolf to them, Molly just sung to sing.
“I think you hate the smell of smoke, you always try to get me to stop, you drink as much as me. And I get drunk a lot. So I’ll take you to the beach, and walk along the sand, and I’ll make you a heart pendant with a pebble in my hand. And I’ll carve it like a necklace, so the heart falls where your chest is, and now a piece of me is a piece of the beach and it falls just where it needs to be and rests… peacefully. So you just need to breath to feel my heart against yours now… against yours now. ‘Cause maybe I’m just in love when you wake me up, or maybe I’m just in love when you wake me up. Maybe I fell in love when you woke me up.” She said softly and sighed deeply.
“What was the about?” He asked softly and she smiled.
“That song used to come on all the time on the radio. And sometimes, I would think of you. And we’d be laughing, and I’d be safe. It was my inspirational song, that one day everything would go right. I’d wake up and somebody would be there, waiting for me. And I guess, deep down, I knew it would be you.” She said and then rested her head on the window as she watched the sun beginning its travel to the other side of the world. She didn’t say much after that.

It’d been a while since she heard that song, she couldn’t help her immediate response to sing. Her wolf crooned to his wolf as they gave themselves company. She listened to the sound of her mates’ breathing, she listened to the soft music that played on the radio and she allowed herself to be comforted. They pulled over near the docks and she couldn’t help but feel a little excited. She had never been to the beach before. She’d ran to places that featured some of the greatest beaches, but she’d never actually been to one. He opened her door for her and helped her out. The cool air hit her, as did the smell. Some beaches had bad reputations, because of their smell, but they had never been to this one. It smelled heavenly, the mix of the sea and the sand and the air. She never wanted to leave. She started to walk to the sand but stopped when she realized Thomas wasn’t following her. She frowned and turned to him, he stood there with a thoughtful look as he stared at some of the rocks.
“They don’t grow, ya know.” She joked lightly and he smiled up at her.
“I know that, I was just… looking for something.” He said and picked up a rock that was the size of half his palm.
“Got it.” He said and put it in his pocket. She raised a brow but said nothing more. He kept one hand in his pocket and grabbed her hand with the other.
“Now for a walk along the beach and dinner.” She said whimsically, trying her best to imitate Sarah and Carol. The sun was just beginning to slip over the horizon, saying its last goodbyes to the sea. Every now and again she would see something she liked. A shell, a pretty rock, and they would examine it. She took off her ballet shoes and, with help of Thomas, put her feet in the frigid water. She giggled as pieces of seaweed lapped at her feet, and he chuckled at her silliness. Then suddenly they were kids again. she splashed him water and he retaliated by splashing her back. It was a never ending cycle of water and laughing. They were partially drenched when Molly said she was hungry, and they stopped walking the rest of the distance to their small cabana. It was sky blue sheer with white lace, that made it look like water foaming up. On the inside sat a table with two chairs and a candle. Molly smiled and walked a little faster. The smell of steak hit her nose and her stomach growled. Thomas smiled slightly and helped her walk faster n the sand. He pulled her chair out like a gentleman, and pushed it back in. A juicy steak with mashed potatoes and collard greens sat on her plate and her eyes watered. She looked up at Thomas and he dipped his head once. This was her favorite meal, his mom always made it for her on her birthday. She dug into her food and so did Thomas, she was finished before him. She smirked when he looked up at her, she shrugged when he gave her a questioning look. She sat and watched him eat, not in a stalker way, more like the way an artist critiques another artists’ work. They stare at it for hours on end until finally they get it. Their mind and the piece of art are now one. When he finished he burped, loud, and she froze. He looked at her and she laughed wildly, he laughed with her and they were both in tears. This is what she’d always wanted. Someone who she could laugh with, for no reason at all. Someone who would hold her at night. She heard a piece of cloth rip and realize he tore a strip of the sheer from the cabana. He did something underneath the table for a few seconds. He looked up,