Chapter 424: 1-1

Chapter 51.1 - Walter POV Sitting in the room with the twins, Cole in his bed and Tia on my lap, I close the nursery book I'm reading just taking a moment to listen to the silence in the room. Everything these two babies did to me was wonderful and near mystical, their laughs made me cry and their smiles seemed to be contagious. I had missed two years, but I wouldn't miss anymore, I soaked up tears, laughter, hungry bellies, pouts, tantrums, everything, the good with the bad. And I loved it. I couldn't decide even right this moment, what I enjoyed or missed more. I loved watching them sleep, curled up, sucking their thumbs, butts in the air. The way Cole's eyebrows never seemed to lose that thinking deeply about something, pushed together brows. Or the way that Tia liked to almost hum her self to sleep, her very own soothing routine. But in that was the problem, when they slept, I missed their shrieks of laughter, the rough playing Cole always wanted Tia to engage in but she shied away from. Their baby talking, the words they tried to say but most times I would just have to nod to appease them, despite not understanding their babble. Then there was my mate, my Nora. "You're going to spoil her," Nora whispered. Turning to the side, her body leaning against the door jam of the twins room, her smirk on her face, "She's my little girl, I don't mind spoiling her a bit," I replied back, putting the book aside and walking to the crib, laying Tia down, covering her with a light blanket and toeing out of the bedroom. Closing the door behind us, I held Nora against me, wrapping my arms around her chest, just enjoying the freedom and calm I felt these days, like nothing I had before in my life. "How are the lessons going?" I asked laying my cheek against the top of her head. A low snort and she chuckled, "I'm not sure but with time maybe they'll get to where they need to be... I mean just now Chelsea winced at her own playing." I smiled, it didn't matter what Nora was saying to me, just as long as I heard her voice... I couldn't explain the way I felt. A type of fullness inside that couldn't be achieved with all the food in the world. "By the time they've finished just playing scales, their bows are destroyed," again I can see the humor in her voice. Pulling away I sigh, "You have to go?" her words delivered with a pout that makes me want to skip perimeter runs tonight. "Yeah..." I say just as enthusiastically as I felt inside. Don't make trouble Walter; she says lifting her left brow at me. "I have no problem with anyone... they just need to leave me alone. I don't trust them Nora," I say the same thing I had for the past month or so. "I never had to run before, I just didn't have the energy to be honest, but now... each time I am on the schedule it's with Tom and Theo... and they won't leave me alone," I shrug. She returns my whine with a tight smile, "I - with your dad-" I snort at that word, still not over it all, but Nora just pats my chest, and gives me this serious cut it out stare that she seems to have mastered for the twins. "You can't stay mad forever... eventually it's only going to make you tired because you're holding onto that bitterness, that anger inside you," she's right... my wolf agrees. Nora is too eager and soft, ready to forgive them, but I am the one aware of just what could have been different had I been listening and bowing down to what Theo, Tom and Scoria all wanted. I would be mated to Lynn, I would have forgotten and replaced the woman that was made for me, that unknown to me was the mother of my children. How do I just forgive them for not listening to me? For taking away my will? "Just don't make waves Walter," Nora repeats, kissing me softly, a sigh released against my lips before she pulls away so I can leave. Walking down the stairs, my legs stiffen and feel as though they've magically gained weight, getting heavier and heavier as I make my way outside, down to the beach, where I have to join Theo, Tom, Marlon and Jax Hellmanns. Sighing I go to them, standing, praying for the next six hours to fly by. I'm not that lucky of course. Running in wolf form it would take nearly ninety minutes to run around the entire island, however majority vote wants to walk it instead. "How are you kids Walter?" Tom - my father - asks. "Let's not do this," I reply just putting one foot in front of the other.