Blue eyes focused on her for a moment at the question. Trust was a touchy subject for him -- has been for the past couple of years considering the things that had strung along to hurt and tried to destroy him. And he knew the silence was too long and that he was probably worrying her a bit now. "Yeah," he finally said quietly with a little nod. Why shouldn't he trust Allison? She gave him no reason to not in the time they'd been around each other and showed no intentions of hurting him so -- why not? "Have since I was about sixteen, actually. Fell in love with the babies people brought in the hotel at times when they stayed." When Jeremy was done with the bottle he smiled a little and put him over his shoulder, a tag already in place as he began to pay his back lightly.

    Allison worried with her bottom lip, she had known Nate for a while now, she could say that she trusted him, but she also knew that his trust would be hard to earn, which she had began to let herself thing she had, but now wasn't so sure. With his answer, she released a breath, a small smile formed on her face as she listened to him talk about wanting kids, she had never seen him like this and she had to admit it was nice. "I'm sure one day it'll happen for you too, I've learned nothing is impossible in this life." She reached out a hand for the bottle and walked to the kitchen to rinse it while the baby was being burped, "You know, you're really good with him. I think he likes you."

"No Deaton.. I don’t need him to see this either." Derek explained, watching her gaze follow his own and then feeling her squeeze. The wolf exhaled shakily and watched her react to him. This was so dangerous and whatever was going on with him he certainly couldn’t control. "Because…" He began to explain taking only a half step closer. "If you don’t then I wont be able to stop myself from taking what I want." He looked back down in his eyes as he carefully reached for her waist.

     "Fine. No Deaton, but I'm not leaving here without any answers or at least until whatever this is goes away." A slight shiver ran through her with the wolf's stepping closer, Allison tried to ignore it, but their bodies were all but pressed against one another now and she swallowed hard. "What.." The word came out a whisper, her arm mocking his own, hand sliding up his arm to hook around his neck. The huntress lifted her face to look up at the wolf who's heat was radiating off his body so much she was surprised she was still shaking, nervously no doubt. "What is it that you want?" She finally managed.

Stretching out on the couch once he sat himself up, the male yawned, barely able to see her from the corner of his eyes looking his way. “Weird dream?” He prompted and scratched at his scruff. “I had one too actually.” He admitted, pushing the blankets off him and realizing he was in just sweats. He had a shirt around there somewhere. "Hey, it had a special kick to it." He smirked referencing her eggs. He always tended to swallow quickly yo avoid tasting the charred egg. With a soft laugh, he shook his head. "You have too many things that make up for your poor egg making." He explained as he stood up and searched under the blanket and around the couch for his t-shirt. When she came over, he stood back up, shirt in hand as he took the mug. "Two and thanks." He offered a smile as he leaned to blow on it and take a sip. "Totally up to you. I don’t have plans today." He explained. It was odd how domestic this morning felt.

  With Derek's admission to also having a weird dream, Allison wondered if they had anything to do with each other, though with how personal her dream about Scott had been, she doubted the chance of that being true. "Really? Don't you usually just dream about running through the woods and howling at the moon?" Her face threatened to crack, but she only let out a small snicker before hiding an even wider smile behind her coffee cup.      "A special kick? If you mean the kind you have to brush your teeth three times after eating, then yea, I guess you could say they were definitely special." Allison tried looking everywhere to avoid staring at his bare chest, but her eyes kept seeming to drift back and linger on the well defined tan torso just a few feet in front of her. Much to her dismay of not wanting to be caught, it was bound to happen if she didn't stop. Surprised by his comment, she didn't reply, instead made way to the kitchen to get two sugar cubes and drop them into his coffee, "I think I'd like to just sit and let someone deliver it to us." The use of us sounded and felt way better than she could imagine, "And maybe.. I'll tell y9ou about my dream if you tell me about yours."

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