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'Warm Little Heart' - 2nd STORY
***PORTUGUESE TRANSLATION on wattpad by: louisgivenchy
“You think,” CJ chuckled, “that you’re going to take my child?”
Louis was shaking, keeping his son behind him. He swallowed hard, taking a step back, “I will.”
CJ laughed, clapping his hands in hysterics. “An omega –with no mate –a child!” The alpha stomped his foot, wiping tears from his eyes. “How will you work, hm?” He grinned, “You think someone will respect you? You think any respectable Alpha will even look at you?”
Louis refused to cry another tear in front of his soon to be ex-husband. He licked the burning cut on his lip, “You never respected me.” He could hear his son whimper behind him. “I’ll be fine –we’ll be fine.”
CJ snorted, “Take him, you’ll come back.”
Louis shook his head, “I won’t.” He should feel safer, he was in a court house. But nothing was safe with this man, not even in a public setting. “When I sign those papers –he’s mine –we’re leaving.”
CJ smiled deviously, “Go ahead, he probably isn’t mine anyway –I would never produce such a weak alpha.”
“He’s two,” Louis growled.
CJ brushed it off, “he shouldn’t be scared of everything.”
“He is my son!” Louis bellowed, “I do not care what he is afraid of!” He felt Abraham flinch behind him, clutching his leg tighter. Louis took deep breaths when he felt CJ’s aura take a turn. “You’ve beat us enough, we won’t be your toys for abuse anymore. I should have left you sooner.”
CJ crossed his arms, “you’ll be back.”
Louis relaxed when a door opened, revealing his lawyer. “So long as my child breathes, I will never go back to you.”
-
Louis ushered Abraham into their small apartment, shivering at the cold that followed them. Louis put his bag down before removing his large jacket. He bent down, smiling at his son, removing his small jacket, “so cold, isn’t it, Abby?”
Abraham nodded, lifting his arms, making it easier for his mother to remove his jacket. The small alpha rubbed his eye, “hungry.”
“Okay, precious.” Louis hung up their jackets.
The apartment wasn’t anything special, one bedroom –one bathroom. It didn’t really matter to Louis as long as it kept the cold and rain out, as long as Abraham was safe.
Louis had a job, it didn’t pay much but it was enough to feed Abraham and himself. CJ’s child support had come in yesterday, relieving Louis of the rent and light bill for the month. It had been three months since he’d divorced him, it took all the money Louis saved but it was well worth it.
Louis worked in a small kiosk, selling jewelry. It was long hours and, now with the cold, the hours felt even longer. It didn’t help that Abraham had to come along, it was too cold to keep him outside, but there wasn’t much Louis could do. He needed a babysitter, but he couldn’t pay them properly until he saved up a little more money.
Abraham was Louis’ best friend. He was three now, his birthday was two days ago. Louis was able to get a little cake and Abraham seemed to enjoy it. Louis and him were very similar in their emotions; both being run by their feelings. Abraham didn’t make friends, he didn’t try. He was a nervous boy and Louis knew why, if he could –he’d kill CJ. His biggest regret was falling for a nice smile and blue eyes.
Being an omega with an abusive Alpha was almost normal, especially when people couldn’t tell when it was abuse. Alphas were known to be aggressive. CJ was his first alpha and Louis was one of the people who couldn’t differentiate abuse vs aggressiveness. He figured it out after CJ slapped their son across the room. Everything in Louis’ blood told him to kill the alpha, but omegas had zero stomach for death. Creatures that gave life could not take it –but Louis had never been so close.
He remembered packing up and leaving, Louis had been terrified. It didn’t help that he had always been a very submissive, nervous wreck. Louis tried his best to overcome that, for himself and for Abraham. All he wanted was a family, but he learned that Abraham and him were enough. They were happy enough, Louis didn’t need anything else.
“Here are some crackers for now, Abby.” Louis handed his son a small green bowl. “Go on and watch TV, mama’s going to start on dinner.” Abraham took out a cracker, giving one to him. Louis kneeled, “those are for you, precious.”
Abraham shook his head, shoving the cracker closer. “Mama.”
Louis took the cracker gently, “thank you, Abby.”
Abraham nodded, walking away from the kitchen. Louis smiled at the cracker, taking a bite. He was starving too, so he got started on dinner.
Abraham was a quiet child, not very friendly, but oh-so-kind. He didn’t talk much and got scared often. Abraham was a mama’s boy and Louis didn’t care. The child was an alpha and people poked fun at that fact that he was a very frightened child. It usually ended with Louis picking up his child and walking away because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he had to be like this or like that. It wasn’t fair that he had to watch his mother get smacked around by the person he was supposed to look up to. It wasn’t fair that that same person belittled him, hit him. They didn’t know that, and Louis didn’t think he should have to explain himself either.
Abraham was his world.
Louis took out a pot, rubbing the back of his neck. He took a deep breath, touching over the light scarring. CJ had bitten him, and Louis had been so happy, now all he wanted to do was peel it off. He’d been going to the doctor every other Friday for the laser removal. It was extremely painful but, every time he felt less and less of it, was more than worth the pain.
It was extremely frowned upon to remove a bond mark. Louis could imagine CJ’s face if he knew Louis was doing it. CJ was a cocky bastard, he loved leaving his mark on things –Louis was sick of the damn thing. Sick of people asking where his alpha was, sick of people in general.
“Abby!” Louis looked around the fridge for the chicken. “We’re having chicken and rice, okay?” Abraham came running, green bowl in tow. He blinked at Louis, nodding. Louis smiled, “that’s okay?”
Abraham bit into his cracker, “yes mama.”
“Okay, precious, I’ll let you know when it’s done.”
Abraham ran into the kitchen, finding his very small step stool (he liked to help Louis cook sometimes) and sat on it. If he wasn’t helping Louis cook, he was sitting, watching his mother cook.
Abraham finished off the rest of his cracker.
“You’re going to stay with me?”
The child nodded, “yes.”
Louis bent down, kissing the boy. “Thank you –did you turn the TV off?”
“Yes.” Abraham stood up when he was done with his snack, using his step stool to put his bowl in the sink. He picked up his stool, running back to his original spot. He settled back down just as Louis took the rice out of the cabinet.
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“He’s three.” Louis smiled, handing the woman the necklace she purchased.
“He’s so beautiful, looks just like you.”
Louis smiled a little bigger. He loved hearing that, he hoped his baby only looked like him. “Thank you so much.” He went back to his son who sat on his chair, kids tablet in hand. Louis bent down, eye level, “cold, precious?”
“No mama.” Abraham rubbed his nose. “I’m okay.”
“Okay.” Louis kissed his forehead. His break was in ten minutes, he’d be able to get them something warm. Louis smiled at another customer who looked around his kiosk. “Hello, please let me know if you need help with anything.”
The alpha male didn’t smile at him, but he nodded. Louis looked away, folding his hands behind his back. He jumped when the alpha spoke.
“Is this real silver?”
“Uh, yes.” Louis smiled nervously, “it is, sterling.”
The person nodded, biting his cheek in thought. Louis and the alpha both looked up at the sound of whining. “Um, one second, please.” Louis jogged just around the booth to his son who had tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong, precious?" He picked up the boy and bounced him softly. Abraham cried harder, clutching Louis’ jacket. “Talk to me, Abby.”
“Daddy.”
Louis’ whole body went ridged. He spun around, “where?” His eyes stopped on the well-known alpha. He was getting into a car, small male omega around his arm. Louis held Abraham close, rubbing his back. “It’s okay, baby, mama’s here. He’s not coming back, okay?” He kissed Abraham’s cheek, “Okay, Abby?”
“Yes mama.”
Louis quickly moved away from the warm presence behind him. He chuckled slightly, “sorry, sir.” He rocked his child, “did you decide?”
The being nodded slowly, holding up a thin silver chain. “Are you alright?”
Louis nodded, “I am.”
“You are shaking –he is shaking.”
Louis hadn’t even noticed. He shook his head, “We’re fine, is that all?”
He pressed his lips together, “that is all.”
Louis tried to smile, never letting go of his son, completing the transaction. His hand froze at the marking on the alpha's hand. He bit his lip, “military?”
“Sector three, Wolf Baring.” The alpha took his card back, “you are military?”
“No.” Louis held Abraham tighter when a gust of cold wind hit them. He blushed, “my mother was.” He bounced his son, trying to keep him warm. “Sector three,” Louis repeated, “you’re a wolf.”
The male nodded, “I am, pure.”
Louis squinted at him, “what are you doing with civilians?”
“I resigned.” The alpha pocketed his new chain. “Harry.”
Louis blushed softly, “Louis. This is my son, Abraham.”
“Nice to meet you, Louis –Abraham.” Louis felt his son tense up. “Is he not cold?”
Louis looked down, “he isn’t. –I –I know he shouldn’t be out in the cold.” He sighed, “I can’t afford a babysitter right now.”
Harry nodded, “I do not work.” He shrugged, seriously, “I can babysit.”
Louis didn’t move, didn’t even blink.
Harry fixed his long jacket, “I do not cook, do you?”
Louis nodded slowly, not noticing customers approaching the stand. What was he supposed to do? This was an extremely high-ranking alpha, talking to him. Harry wasn’t just military, he was marked military and Louis guaranteed, under that coat, were more markings. Louis should probably be bowing to this person –he was a wolf. It was extremely rare to find an actual wolf.
But, Harry was offering to babysit his son –in exchange for food?
“You do not have to pay me, you can teach me how to cook.” Harry pulled out a card from his wallet, handing it to Louis. “Call me.”
It would have been more comforting if Harry had cracked a smile at least once.
“I –I can pay you!” Louis called, “I just –not much.”
Harry shook his head, “I do not need money, just teach me to cook.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, “call me, if not,” Harry shrugged, walking away.
Louis stood in the same spot, Abraham’s small breathing in his ear. The poor thing had fallen asleep right in Louis’ arms. The only thing that moved him from his position was a hand on his shoulder. He spun quickly, “yes!”
The woman smiled, “um, I was wondering how much this pendant was?”
Louis took a deep breath, “yes –yes, of course.”