I do NOT own Twilight in anyway shape or form.
Have you ever felt like you love someone it hurts? You love that someone so much that you would do anything for them? You look at the person and you can't think of what you would do if anything happened to them, you most likely would end yourself?
That's how I felt every time I looked at Claire.
The first time I saw her big brown eyes, the way they glimmered as she looked at me. Her giggly, bubbly laugh as she saw the giant goofy grin spread across my face.
I would do anything to protect this little two year old. She was my world and if anything happened to her, my life would end.
Being in her presence made me feel like she was my sun and I had to orbit her. My life revolved around her. She was my gravity holding me from floating off into space. She has barely lived and yet, she had this power on me. She could make me do anything she wanted. She had me wrapped snug and tight around her small finger.
When I wasn't with her, it made me sick to my stomach. I don't know what to do without her. I wondered what could happen without me by her side. Anything could happen to my angel. I can't think. I can't talk. I can't really even breathe without her in my sight.
She's bossy and tells me what I need to do and what I should do. I love it. Her chubby toddler legs carry her around as she directs me where I need to go.
I need to sit in the purple chair, not the pink one because that's the one for her. I can't put real drinks in her tea cups because they will ruin them, I have to use pretend that I'm drinking it. I can't pretend to be Barbie or any of her friends because I'm bad at making girls voices. I must play the part of Ken only and she plays all the other characters.
Sam laughs and says she's my Alpha, but I admit it. The two year old girl is my Alpha. She orders me around and I do what she says. She figured out how to jut her lip out in a pouty face and that works just as well as Sam's alpha voice.
She knows how to get me to do anything, but it doesn't go the other way. I can't jut out my bottom lip and plead to her that I certainty did not want to dress up with the tiara and too small tutu, but she just told me not to act like a baby. She gets me to do anything, but she doesn't do anything I want. Something's not right here?
It's not even, but I could care less. As long as she was happy, I was ecstatic.
Claire is my alpha and I will always bow down to her every whim no matter what it is. Even if it means her smothering my face with that smelly play make-up and putting a tiara on my head. If it means I have to sit there and watch all the kiddy cartoons with her in the world, then so be it.
Claire is my alpha.
This is a one-shot for now, but it may turn into something more later on in the future. Tell me what you think, but it will be after I finish my other story that's in progress. Thanks for reading!
-AlwaysConfusedArtist