Chapter 32: 101 dalmatians (Leo's POV)

I think it's been approximately twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of us just lying in bed and staring at each other. And it still wasn't getting weird. And the fact that it wasn't getting weird is what started weirding me out. "Why are we just staring at each other?" I asked. 

"I'm looking at your eyes, they look really pretty," she mumbled absentmindedly. 

"So, we can stare at whatever we want?" I asked. 

"I guess," she mumbled while her finger brushed over my eyebrow. I lifted the covers and looked at her boobs. She laughed before pulling the covers back down. "Whatever on the face. My face is up here." She slapped my cheek lightly. 

"Face is up here, noted," I smirked before leaning in and kissing her. 

"T-shirt please," she said when she pulled away. I groaned but reached out and grabbed my shirt and handed it to her nonetheless. She sat up, her back towards me, and put on the shirt before standing up. She threw her hair up before rubbing her eyes. She sighed and stood there, staring at the bed for a long time. "I'm going to brush my teeth and then take a shower," she mumbled, heading to the door. 

I grabbed her wrist before she could get there and pulled her back. "Put some pants on, please," I winced. 

She facepalmed before getting up and pulling her sweatpants on from last night. "I'll see you in a minute," she said, leaning down and kissing me before going into her room. I went and brushed my teeth and took a shower myself. I was dressed and went to her room to see if she was done yet but she wasn't. 

My god, she takes long showers. 

I went into the bathroom as quietly as possible and closed the toilet lid, sitting on it. She was humming to herself. I knocked on the curtain and she stopped humming. "What are you doing, Leo?" she asked knowingly. 

I pulled it open and stuck my head inside. "Hi," I grinned. She splashed water on my face and I pulled back, clicking my tongue. "That wasn't nice," I said, wiping my face with towels. 

"Neither is interrupting my shower. I thought I said I'll meet you in a minute." 

"It's been way over a minute, Claire," I answered smugly. 

She stuck her head out and looked at me. "Really? I had no idea," she said sarcastically. 

"Aesha's here," I said, staring at the door. 

"What?" 

The bathroom door swung open and Aesha walked in. Claire quickly closed the curtain and stayed in the shower. What the- 

"Hey," she nodded casually, sitting on the countertop. 

Claire stuck her head out again. "What are you doing here?" she asked Aesha. 

"I just got here," she shrugged in response. 

"Mm, doesn't explain why you're here while she showers," I said. 

"Don't be such a smartass," she glared at me, "Flynn was cooking. I popped in to say hi. And make sure you're not making babies," she nodded. 

"I should just start locking that door," Claire mumbled before closing the curtain. 

"Making babies?" I turned to Aesha. 

"Yeah, you know. Your own set of 101 dalmatians." 

"Like the movie?" I scoffed. She nodded. "That's a lot," I mumbled. 

"Do you think someone actually has 101 kids in the world?" she asked. 

"Aesha, what the fuck goes through your head?" Claire said before we heard the shower water stop running. "Get out, both of you," she said while grabbing the towel and stepping out a minute later with it wrapped around her body. 

"But I-" Aesha opened her mouth to argue. 

"No, out, please. Now," Claire said. She sighed before shrugging and hopping off the counter, then leaving. I didn't bother moving. "Excuse me? That applies to you," she turned to me, her hair dripping water. 

"What?" I whined. 

"Stand up, mister," she scoffed. 

"Why?" I asked, standing up regardless. 

"Because I need to get dressed," she answered. 

"But your clothes are out there." 

"Can I dry myself first?" she chuckled. 

"Can I get a kiss first?" 

"No." 

"Yes." 

"No." 

"Yes." 

"No." 

"No." 

"Yes." She glared at me, falling for her own trick. I leaned down and kissed her shortly before giving her the privacy she asked for and letting her get dressed. I went downstairs where Aesha and Flynn were talking. I think he was trying to teach her how to make scrambled eggs. Which is just a sob story. She doesn't know how to make scrambled eggs? 

"Hey," he nodded at me. 

"What are you doing here?" she asked mockingly. 

"Making sure you two aren't making any babies," I answered smugly, sitting down on a barstool. 

"You better not hurt her, Jackson," she turned to glare at me. She grabbed the frying pan and pointed it at me. "Or I'll come for you." 

"Let's just use that to make eggs," Flynn said, pulling it out of her hands. 

"I'm not gonna hurt her. I've always said it, of course, I'll stick by it." 

"Stick by what?" I looked to my right and saw her walking in wearing a red tank top with a pair of leggings, her damp hair falling behind her back. 

"My word," I answered while she sat beside me. 

"What word?" she looked at me. 

"To never hurt you." 

She smiled, "That's what you were talking about?" she giggled. I nodded in response. She fell into conversation with Aesha after that, I spoke to Flynn, then I argued with Aesha because she doesn't eat her fries with ketchup. 

Who the fuck does that? 

That's like the whole duo. Fries and ketchup. Well, it's actually a burger with fries, but whatever, you get the point. Flynn and Aesha decided to go swimming after a while but since we just showered, we stayed behind. 

We sat on the couch, puppies in our laps, running around the couch, almost stampeding over my manhood. She snorted while picking them up and putting them on the carpet so they could run around the house instead. 

"You know, Flynn got a little flappy door thing for them," I said.

"Really?" 

"Yeah, he put it on the backyard door, so they can go in and out." 

"And so someone can break in?" she raised an eyebrow at me. It seemed to dawn on me that she wasn't wrong. "I'm kidding!" she laughed, "You have a huge fence back there, Leo, come on," she laughed. 

"No, what if someone breaks in?" I thought out loud. 

"No one is breaking in. They'd be really stupid to break into Leo Jackson's house," she looked up at me with a smile. 

"I like it when you say my name," I looked down at her. 

"You do?" she chuckled. 

"Yeah, I like the way you say it," I shrugged, "Or in last night's case, scream it," I smirked. 

She slapped my cheek which is like the equivalent of Aesha twisting Flynn's ear. That hurts more though. "I like the way you make it sound," I chuckled. 

"I don't say it any differently than other people," she shrugged.

I snorted, "You say it differently than anyone else, Claire. You make me sound normal," I scoffed. 

"You are normal," she said while brushing my hair out of my eyes. 

I shook my head, gazing down at her, "No, I'm not." People don't associate good things with my name. I've become a person that's solely feared. That's not what I wanted. If that's what power is then I don't want it. But then sometimes I think, if I'm not feared, people will come take what's mine. Or hurt who's mine. And she's that person and so that concern overbears anything else. 

"You're as normal as can be, Leo. You've lived a different life compared to other people, so it makes you different. But you're still normal." I stared at her. "I don't see you going on a killing spree, all right? So you're normal," she said, patting my chest before putting her head on my shoulder. 

"I did do that once," I shrugged. 

"Did you seriously?" She pulled away and looked at me in shock. 

"No," I laughed, shaking my head, "I'm not a murderer, I told you that." 

"I believe you," she nodded, "I'll always believe you. You know that," she shrugged. "Wanna watch a movie?" she asked, grabbing the remote. 

"Do you think they're doing it in my pool?" I narrowed my eyes at her. 

"I hope not?" she said but it came out like a question. "Probably not," she shrugged, clicking play on Spider-man. 

"I should-" 

"You should not go check. What you should do is sit here, cuddle with me, and watch this movie. Or I'm putting Mean Girls on." I sat my ass back down and did as she asked. 

They're not. Right?

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Chapter thirty-two

101 is a lot bro, do you think someone out there, maybe in the old day and era had that many kids?

yeesh

next chapter: surprise