Page 33 of Charmed, I'm Sure
His rumbling chuckle fills the air. “Yeah, she always has seemed to look at me as if I’m a God. Can’t say that it doesn’t get to my head from time to time. There’s not a real big secret to it son. Honestly, I show up every day as if it’s the first one and I always bring her things that remind me of her. You will learn what your mate loves, I’m sure of it. Give it time. For now, be you and show up everyday for her. It won’t take her long to fall in love with an Everhart. Trust me, I would know.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh, because that's the cockiness he just mentioned. But if his mateship is anything to go by, I can see why he’s that confident. “Alright Dad, you’re right. I just worry that because she isn’t a wolf that maybe she won’t feel the same.”
The thought of her not accepting me twists my stomach, the first couple of sips of coffee souring in my gut. I moved across the country for her, to be with her, and if she doesn’t take me–I don’t know what I’ll do.
The crisp air blows through my hair reminding me just how much she thinks about me and my nerves settle a little more.
“Son, give her time. Just because she isn’t a wolf doesn’t mean she won’t feel the draw to you. But our bonds aren’t the reason we love our mates. It’s just what brings us to each other. Think of it more like a guiding hand to bring two halves of a soul together. The only difference for Bellamy is that she didn’t know she had a fated mate before this. Unlike you who knew there was one out there somewhere waiting to be found.”
My phone rests between my cheek and shoulder as I round the corner to Bellamy’s shop. Her paned window displays books, a cauldron full of crystals, and black leaves framing it. It’s so her. I glance through the window and find my beautiful mate standing behind her main cauldron stirring to her hearts content.
“Thank you Dad for all your help. I’ve got coffee and some weird cupcakes to deliver this morning to her and it lookslike whatever is in her cauldron is not how it’s supposed to be. So I’m going to hop off here and see if I can brighten her day. I love you.”
“Love you too. Don’t forget to call your Mom on Saturday. Otherwise we both won’t hear the end of it.”
Chuckling, I say, “I won’t forget.” Before sliding the phone into my hand and hitting the end button.
I bump open the door to her shop with my foot. Balancing the coffees and cupcakes like they are prized possessions, I don’t dare dream of taking my hands off them. I expect it to be silent when I walk in, but I’m greeted with Bellamy glaring at her cauldron as if it personally offended her this morning.
“Good morning, Trouble,” I announce, grinning as I shake her iced coffee as if it alone will bring world peace. “I brought bribes.”
She doesn’t even look up. “Is it if I give you back scratches you will leave me alone for the day? Because unless that coffee means you will be silent for the day, I’m not interested.”
Unfazed, I walk over to her work table and set down the goodies I brought. One of the ghosts peeks out his little ghost head, lets out a squeaky boo, then pops back into the box.
“That little guy is my spirit animal,” Bellamy mutters, finally reaching for the coffee.
I puff out my chest. “His name is Kevin,” I say confidently.
She pauses. “The ghost?”
I nod. “Of course. Kevin the Cupcake Ghost. He’s shy, but he has potential.”
Her lip quivers, just barely, like she’s trying to fight off a smile. Victory.
She looks up to my shoulder, where Sir Hops-A-Lot sits. “I see that you still have the toad. Regretting that wish yet?”
“Actually, besides the silent judgement…”
“It’s not as quiet as you think…” she mumbles.
“…he isn’t so bad. He took a shower this morning, lavender soap and all. Which I have to say was a pretty weird start to my day. I have to give it to Pumpkinridge; you guys keep things interesting. That’s for sure.”
She snorts. “So he lives with you now?”
“I didn’t really get a say in it,” I shrug. “I woke up this morning with him sitting on my chest. He’s kinda been here ever since. Is it normal for them to shower because he looked at me as if it’s a normal occurrence."
Nyx hops onto the counter and using his paw to flick open the lid of the cupcake container, he reaches in and takes one. He mumbles something that sounds an awful lot like words as the ghost cupcake moans.
Not that I can hear him. That would be insane. Talking foxes?
Bellamy hums in agreement with Nyx as if it’s completely normal. “Yes, but at least he didn’t spill the valerian this time.”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you talking to Nyx? Should I be concerned?”
“No more than usual,” she says, sipping her drink with the calm of someone who knows that I should be worried.
Her eyes flick from my Trouble Latte to my shimmery pink hair as a frown spreads across her face. Oh, my sweet little troublemaker. I think she’s realizing that I dig the pranks.