Author's Note

So, this happened on Wednesday. This book reached #52, so I wanted to thank you all again for the reads, votes, and comments!

- scary movie picture somewhere in the chapter, if you get nightmares easily, close your eyes when you see the warning.

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Sera's POV

When I came too, I realized that I was being held in someone's arms. The person was walking, and was holding me like a bride.

"You awake baby?" the extremely familiar voice said.

"Nate?" I looked up to see his handsome face above mine. "What happened?"

"I'll explain it to you later," he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Let's just get back home, okay?"

"Coolio," I glanced at Kurt, who was walking in front of us, the pink ribbon still on his head. "Does he know that's there?" I pointed to the bow.

"Don't think so," Nate whispered. "Don't tell him though."

"No problem, I think it looks good on him," I giggled.

"It's good to see you laughing again, baby," Nate kissed my forehead.

"Love you dear."

"Love you more," he paused, pecked my lips and held me closer to his chest.

When we got back to the pack house, Nate and I cuddled on the couch together. It had been a long, exhausting day. Nate had his arm around me, and my head was held against his chest tightly. Our legs were tangled together, and I smiled at the sight of his humongous feet entwined with my regular sized feet. We had cleaned off all of the blood and dirt on our bodies in the shower, together. It had been a very satisfying experience.

"What do you want to watch?" Nate asked. He ran his fingers through my hair as he used the remote to look for something to watch.

"Something scary," I weirdly enjoyed horror movies for some reason. I had watched enough chick flicks and romantic comedies that I didn't enjoy them anymore.

"Ooh so you can curl up next to me," Nate chose a movie in Spanish, called The Orphanage.

"Don't worry baby," I ruffled up his hair and kissed his cheek. "You'll be the one scared."

How wrong was I?

(SORRY FOR THE CREEPY PICTURE)

Apparently I hadn't realized how scary foreign films are. I have watched all the big horror movies in English; The Conjuring, The Exorcist, Blair Witch Project, etcetera, but I hadn't exactly tapped in the large selection of foreign horror films yet.

But seriously, who knew a movie with English subtitles could be so scary.

"Un, dos, tres. Toca la pared."

"What's going to happen?" I was laying my head on Nate's chest, and watching through my fingers.

"Something scary," Nate kissed my head and was grinning at me. He wasn't the least bit scared, and he had actually laughed while I had screamed at some points in the movie.

"Can we watch something else?" I clutched his shirt tightly. "Too scary dude."

"Told you baby," he grabbed the remote and clicked the movie off. I sighed in relief as he switched over to something else.

"Toy Story 3!" I grabbed his hand when he scrolled by the movie.

"What's toy story?" he scratched his head in confusion.

"You don't know what the Toy Story movies are?" I said in disbelief. "Crazy boy!" I tapped his shoulder. "Go choose Toy Story 1, I'm introducing you to my first love, Pixar."

"Who's Pixar?" Nate squinted his eyes. "Is he a guy?"

"No, you doofus," I punched his shoulder. "Pixar is a company that makes the best movies ever."

"Okay baby, let's watch this together."

Six hours later, we had watched the whole Toy Story series, I had teared up a bit, and I could've sworn that I saw a sheen of tears in Nate's eyes when Andy gave away his toys. In the middle of Zootopia, my eyes closed, and I fell asleep with half of my body was draped over Nate's.

When I came to, Nate and I were laying on a bed together. His face was right in front of mine, and his eyes were closed in a deep sleep. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist, the other was laying next to my head. I used one of my hands to stroke his cheek, and he opened his eyes slowly as I did so.

"Good morning baby," his deep morning voice made him sexier than usual.

"Hi," I covered my mouth. "Sorry for the gross morning breath."

"I love your morning breath," he kissed me passionately, and I gasped into his mouth as he clasped my butt with his hand.

"Did you watch Zootopia?" I pulled away from his lips.

"Yep, I also watched Inside Out, Ratatouille, and Up," he grimaced. "What is wrong with the people who made the beginning to Up?"

"I don't know, I cried a lot when his wife died," I tapped his forehead. "Hopefully we can grow old together."

"Of course baby," he kissed me again, this time more lightly and slowly. "Now, you said that you wanted to hear everything that happened, right?"

"Yep, let's stay in bed for the rest of the day."

"Okay, well after you passed out....."

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