Linda And Dave
1274 Words
Jameson POV
After Linda left Jonathan and I in the bedroom, I decided it was time for a quick shower. I rummaged through my suitcase - and the overnight bag containing my toiletries - and got out everything I needed for a shower. I peeked in the bathroom and was grateful to see a stack of clean, cream colored towels already there and waiting.
I stepped into the shower, and was grateful it seemed to actually be made for tall people. Most of the time if I used a shower at a friend's house or a motel or something, I could barely fit under the sprayers. It felt good to not have to do that, and to get the travel dust off of me.
After I finished my shower, I found Jonathan sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me to get done. He already had his clothes out and sitting beside him.
"We don't have to duck under the nozzle this time, bro," I told him.
He laughed. "Well, no wonder. Have you ever seen a short werewolf?"
"Nope, but then again I've met all of three in my lifetime," I reminded him. "Nate, the guard, and Linda."
He chuckled. "And were any of them short?"
I laughed. "Nope, but I'm gonna need to meet some more to be sure."
"I have a feeling you'll meet all you want over the next few days," he told me.
"True that," I agreed.
He headed into the bathroom to get his shower, and I threw my clothes on and decided to see if Linda could use some help in the kitchen. My mama had made sure we knew our way around a kitchen, and I'd love to see how she made lasagna from scratch.
Her face lit up when I asked if I could help. Apparently she was used to making meals by herself. She assured me that she didn't mind it - she didn't work outside of the home, and now that Nate was grown and gone, cooking was one of the ways that she filled her days. She already had one lasagna in the over, but had decided to make a second one in case the first one wasn't enough. "After all, there's two werewolves and two Lycans eating this," she said with a laugh.
I laughed. "I always figured our appetites were big just because we're teenagers. Are you telling me this is a lifelong thing?"
She grinned. "Afraid so. And your lifetime will likely be extremely long."
I looked at her strangely. "What do you mean?"
She looked surprised. "Nobody told you yet?"
I was confused. "Told me what?"
She smiled. "Ask your Lycan."
'Donovan?'
'She's referring to the fact that we generally lives hundreds of years,' he told me.
'We what?!'
'I believe our great-great-grandfather passed at about seven hundred years old,' he told me. 'And that wasn't because of old age. I don't recall exactly what happened to him. His father lived to be almost 1000 years old.'
I could feel my eyes bugging out of my head, and I heard Linda laughing.
"I gather he told you the ages of some of your ancestors?" she asked. "Pretty amazing, huh?"
"That's an understatement!" I exclaimed.
She laughed again. "I love history, and the royal family fascinates me. Did he tell you that your great-great-great-grandfather Herman lived to be 998?"
I nodded. "Well, he said almost 1000 and didn't tell me a name, but yes."
"He only died three years ago," she informed me. "His mate, Seraphina, is still alive and just celebrated her 600th birthday."
My eyes went wide again. "You're telling me my third great-grandmother is still alive?!"
She nodded in confirmation. "I am, and she is."
Jonathan came into the room right then. "What're you guys talking about?" he asked.
We filled him in on our conversation. He was just as shocked as I'd been. "No way!" he exclaimed. "Damien never told me that!" He paused for a second, then rolled his eyes. "Says it slipped his mind. Dude, how do you forget something like that?!" He paused another second. "Guess he's got a point. Says he was busy convincing me I was a Lycan, then convincing me that I'm a prince."
Linda and I laughed. "Yep, cut the poor guy a break. He's had a rough month," Linda joked.
Just then, the back door opened and in walked a muscular guy with short brown hair. He wasn't as big as Jonathan and I, but definitely no small guy.
Linda greeted him with a smile and kiss, then turned back to us. "Jameson, Jonathan, I'd like you to meet my mate, Dave. Dave, these are the guests I was telling you about, Jameson and Jonathan." She pointed to each of us as she said our names. "I only know who's who right now because Jameson's still stirring the sauce," she said with a laugh.
He smiled and shook hands with both of us. "Nice to meet you both," he said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to grab a quick shower before dinner."
"Nice to meet you too," we replied in unison.
We talked for a few more minutes about the aging process of Lycans, and before we knew it, the first lasagna was ready, the second was in the oven, and Dave rejoined us, looking refreshed after his shower.
Linda already had the table set, so as soon as Dave joined us we all sat down at the table with the lasagna that was ready. Linda dished it up for all of us, then took her spot beside Dave and put lasagna on her own plate.
"So," Dave said, "Linda says you boys know our Nathan?"
I nodded. "Yes sir, he's a friend of our sister Sarah. He's been a big help with our search for our biological family."
"He lets them call him Nate," Linda told him. "Can you believe that?"
Dave looked surprised. "Really?" he said, impressed. "My boy must think really highly of the two of you to allow that."
I smiled. "So I've heard. And I'm honored that he's allowed it. I had no idea until Linda told us."
Dave nodded. "Until now, Charlie was the only one. If my son is rating you two up there with Charlie, that makes you all right in my book too."
We both smiled at that.
We spent the rest of the meal chatting about our search for our family, Dave's work as a pack warrior, Nate's growing up years, and Dave even told us about the day he realized Linda was his mate. "Best day of my life!" he exclaimed. "The only day tied with that is the day Nathan was born."
Linda agreed. "Definitely the two best days of my life!" she told us. "I just wish I could've had more babies, but I had a difficult pregnancy with Nathan and it messed me up in there. That's all right though. I got my perfect boy and I'm happy with that."
The more we talked, the more I liked the both of them. They seemed genuinely happy with their lives, and not a lot of people can say that. And even after 22 years together, it was obvious that they were still madly in love with each other.
I was thinking, if being a part of the supernatural world meant finding a love like that, I was more than happy about it. But then I realized my parents were both human and had a love just like that. So maybe the natural and supernatural worlds weren't so different after all.
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