golden boy

Nathaniel is back. Although Mischa Kylie Cullen can be up if mentioned. /Mischa is Lia Marie Johnson. Nathaniel is Max Irons. Golden eyes./

[demetrissweetchildnathaniel]

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[demetrissweetchildnathaniel]

Five months in the Northwest taigas, some of its days to visit their cousin clan over the borders. Nathaniel wouldn’t have been surprised if he grew a stubble. Alas, he rubbed a hand over his smooth jaw that never made anything but a gentle sparkle under a sliver of sunlight.

Coming back to their half-abandoned Manor just outside of Forks wasn’t a choice, but simply something a wind-up doll would do, string pulling him back to place. Every step was just body memory sliding in place. Nathaniel had learned to keep his mind quiet.

Miles away he could hear hushed sounds from the Manor, and maybe he faltered in his steps, hesitant to see anybody there, but what brought him to a full stop was minutes later when the scent hits his nose.

What willed him to continue was anger. He’s learned to be as quiet as he ran as his brothers but it wasn’t without fury. He entered through the front door because fuck it, it’s his house too.

“What are you doing here.” he tried to breathe through his mouth, coming in the front door. Months without human interaction, he didn’t know his limits now. Back then he was domesticated. Right now he wasn’t sure anymore. Nathaniel threw his backpack at the marble floor before he met her eyes, angry to his bone. “What the fuck did you even come back for?” His eyes landed to her face, her beautiful face, etched in his cursed perfect memory that he sees even when he closes his eyes, even when he’s looking at another girl’s face. But soon his eyes follow her hands, and see just what the hell he’s in for.

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[demetrissweetchildnathaniel]

(cont)

"Mine," he breathed. He felt his knees go weak, and his chest felt as if the bindings had loosen and it was like the pain of the last few months left him.

The distance between them suddenly felt too much.

He flitted to her side and knelt on the floor by her feet, pressed his face against her thigh. With a shaking hand he reached out for her belly and slowly a smile split his face. Nate's hand, cold and pale against the huge mound of her where their children lie sleeping.

Theirs. "Mine," he breathes again. "Oh my god, two of them. I'm a papa now..." If he could cry, he would. He felt so young, and he is, and he's so scared that he'll end up like his own father. But damn it if he wasn't stubborn and try his best. For his children, for her.

Nathaniel looked up at Tiffany with a fond smile, wanting so much to know the words to tell her he's so happy. He clasped her warm hand with his and interlaced their fingers together. They're going to be a family...

"I love you. Do you know that?" It felt easy saying the words. He thought he'll never say it, he thought he'll be too angry to ever will, too scared he'll look foolish. But at that moment it felt right.

[demetrissweetchildnathaniel]

Five months in the Northwest taigas, some of its days to visit their cousin clan over the borders. Nathaniel wouldn’t have been surprised if he grew a stubble. Alas, he rubbed a hand over his smooth jaw that never made anything but a gentle sparkle under a sliver of sunlight.

Coming back to their half-abandoned Manor just outside of Forks wasn’t a choice, but simply something a wind-up doll would do, string pulling him back to place. Every step was just body memory sliding in place. Nathaniel had learned to keep his mind quiet.

Miles away he could hear hushed sounds from the Manor, and maybe he faltered in his steps, hesitant to see anybody there, but what brought him to a full stop was minutes later when the scent hits his nose.

What willed him to continue was anger. He’s learned to be as quiet as he ran as his brothers but it wasn’t without fury. He entered through the front door because fuck it, it’s his house too.

“What are you doing here.” he tried to breathe through his mouth, coming in the front door. Months without human interaction, he didn’t know his limits now. Back then he was domesticated. Right now he wasn’t sure anymore. Nathaniel threw his backpack at the marble floor before he met her eyes, angry to his bone. “What the fuck did you even come back for?” His eyes landed to her face, her beautiful face, etched in his cursed perfect memory that he sees even when he closes his eyes, even when he’s looking at another girl’s face. But soon his eyes follow her hands, and see just what the hell he’s in for.

@thecullensdearesttiffany

[thecullensdearesttiffany]

The sight of seeing her old lover? Boyfriend? Who knows what the hell she should call him, but that was beside the point. Seeing him again made her want to puke, and she could feel the bile rising to her throat but she somehow managed to keep down. Her hands hugged tightly around her stomach, as if her two frail appendages could hide her bulging baby bump.

Her anxiety must have been obvious, as four feet began to kick aggressively against their mother’s stomach. “I- I can explain-“ Struggling, Tiffany attempted to stand from the couch but stopped when the kicking becoming too much. Letting herself slip back onto the couch, she whimpered in pain. Her eyes squeezed shut as she shushed and rub her stomach in an attempt to slow the kicking.

Taking a deep breath, she continued to rub her stomach as she spoke up. “I didn’t want to come back- I almost didn’t…. but then I thought that you had a right to know why I left. I was scared! I didn’t know what to do, so I did what I do best: I ran. But I’ve changed- I have been to jail in over a year. You can smell- you won’t find a hint of it on me! I- I understand if you want me to leave….” She had been talking so fast her words were hardly distinguishable, but at the last statement, she slowed down, liking down at her stomach.

[demetrissweetchildnathaniel]

Nathaniel felt the last of his ire ebb away at the sound of her in pain and breathed. He never really cared if she was in jail or not. Before, it was mostly exasperation that she spends her days doing all sorts of troubles.

He tried to keep her occupied, giving her everything, but she was always too wild it seems. Always off to do whatnot. But the last time she left him, he thought he couldn't bear it anymore and here she was.

Still he was apprehensive. He didn't dare smell in, foolish to believe her, but he does. Instead he strained his hearing and right there, her heartbeat.

But under it, two little more, beating away.

Nathaniel never really had much of self-restraint, he'd go there and take her back. But he found himself frozen, pain clear on his face. He had to make sure before he decides.

"Who's the father?"

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[demetrissweetchildnathaniel]

Five months in the Northwest taigas, some of its days to visit their cousin clan over the borders. Nathaniel wouldn't have been surprised if he grew a stubble. Alas, he rubbed a hand over his smooth jaw that never made anything but a gentle sparkle under a sliver of sunlight.

Coming back to their half-abandoned Manor just outside of Forks wasn't a choice, but simply something a wind-up doll would do, string pulling him back to place. Every step was just body memory sliding in place. Nathaniel had learned to keep his mind quiet.

Miles away he could hear hushed sounds from the Manor, and maybe he faltered in his steps, hesitant to see anybody there, but what brought him to a full stop was minutes later when the scent hits his nose.

What willed him to continue was anger. He's learned to be as quiet as he ran as his brothers but it wasn't without fury. He entered through the front door because fuck it, it's his house too.

"What are you doing here." he tried to breathe through his mouth, coming in the front door. Months without human interaction, he didn't know his limits now. Back then he was domesticated. Right now he wasn't sure anymore. Nathaniel threw his backpack at the marble floor before he met her eyes, angry to his bone. "What the fuck did you even come back for?" His eyes landed to her face, her beautiful face, etched in his cursed perfect memory that he sees even when he closes his eyes, even when he's looking at another girl's face. But soon his eyes follow her hands, and see just what the hell he's in for.

@thecullensdearesttiffany

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