Who: Molly Walker and Liam Dunbar What: Being Cute and Talking About things. When: Saturday morning Where: Liam’s room at the Pack House Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
The whole time that Molly had not known who she was, who anyone was, she’d stared at her phone for hours a day, looking at a contact with hearts beside his name, with some slightly less than innocent text messages, and she’d wondered. Was he the father of the baby she’d thought was probably hers. She’d been wrapped around Eve protectively when she’d woken up and made the assumption. Was he not? Who was he?
Waking up with her memories back had just made her sad about the whole thing, but one look at the calendar on her wall had told her it was the day before the full moon, and she knew Liam, knew how it affected him, and so she’d waited. Just texted him to say be careful, she’d see him on the weekend, sent a whole bucket of heart emojis too. She wanted some time to think anyway. Things between them had been so weird lately, and she’d been so mad for a long time, so fed up with the way things were.
First thing Saturday morning she made her way to his house, made Steve drop her off because she still hadn’t let anyone know she’d been learning to drive and still wasn’t very good at all. She didn’t text ahead, knew he was there even without her powers, just went right upstairs to let herself into his room when she was let into the house. She say anything right away, just walked right over to where he was sitting and crawled into his lap, wrapping herself, arms and legs, around him.