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Mason

The next few weeks were quiet. Christian didn't say much but I figured he would talk when he was ready. Alex spent as much time at my apartment as her parents would allow, even sneaking out at night only to be safely returned in her bed by the morning.

One particular morning, we got up early once again so she could sneak back in before anyone noticed. After all, she didn't have magic anymore to just flash back in to her bedroom.

I shoved on some jeans and opened the door a crack, tiptoeing my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth before I saw Christian wide awake on the couch.

"Why are you sleeping on the couch?" I asked.

"You make too much noise," he said through gritted teeth. "Noise I'd rather not hear."

I blushed slightly. "That's embarrassing. Well you know, you could just go back to where you came from. Not that I don't like having you here brother."

He lifted his head and promptly threw a pillow at me which I cleverly ducked.

"Missed me," I whispered, racing into the bathroom.

When I came back out, Christian was back in his room. With a slow smile on my face, I went back to the bedroom where Alex was curled up in one of my shirts. I tried not to think how much better she looked in them than I did considering she couldn't stay any longer.

I flopped down next to her and we lay next to each other for a moment.

"I really have to go," she murmured.

"I know," I replied, yet she didn't move.

I leaned over and kissed her neck softly. "We still have time."

Alex grinned. "No we don't."

She pushed me off the bed and sent me tumbling. "I'll see you later for lunch okay."

I sighed and watched her leave, before pulling out a ring from my jeans, that seemed to be burning a hole in my pocket.

Alex

I pushed the door open slowly, cursing silently when it creaked. But no one looked to be up yet. I made into the hallway only to run smack bang into Juliet and Justin. Both looked incredibly guilty, standing by Justin's door, hair disheveled. I looked down at myself, seeing what they would see; my messed up hair, various marks around my neck, Mason's shirt and my tiny pink shorts, all which indicated I'd spent the night at Mason's and very little sleeping had been done. A sight I'm sure every brother wants to see.

"Well this is awkward," I muttered.

Justin caught sight of my appearance and put two and two together very quickly, his face livid, like he wanted to throw something. Maybe the fact that I was 18 hadn't occurred to him yet because he looked dangerously murderous.

"We won't tell if you don't," Juliet whispered.

"Done."

We parted ways and I could have sworn I heard Justin muttering furiously as he led Juliet out, "She's only 18!"

Giggling, I pushed open my bedroom door and collapsed on my bed, relishing the familiarity of it all. I snuggled into the quilts, pulling Mason's shirt around me, thankful it smelled like him.

I lay there, ready to fall asleep when a sudden thought popped into my head. Reluctantly, I swung my legs back off the bed to get up and flicked through the calendar hanging off the back of my door. I ran through all the days, something just not adding up. I started counting on my fingers, once, twice, three times to make sure my calculations were correct.

When I was sure, I grabbed my keys and snuck out the apartment. Not caring I still didn't have a valid license, I made for my car, bumping into Juliet who was on the sidewalk.

"Alex, didn't you just get home? Where are you going at 8 in the morning?" she asked with an amused smile.

I hesitated. I knew I could probably trust her and I needed to tell someone. With Harper sound asleep upstairs, I needed someone's reassurance so that my heart would stop pounding. Needed someone to tell me it was all going to be okay.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked cautiously.

She nodded. "Of course."

I indicated the car. "Get in."

About an hour later, well after I'd returned home, Mom tried to wake me for breakfast. I ignored the smell of the pancakes that made my mouth water and instead chose to lay wide awake in my bed, not moving even when Harper came to my door.

I felt bad shutting her out but there was just too much going on that she wouldn't understand. I had to deal with myself before I could open up to her again.

I'd been unable to fall asleep ever since I'd left Juliet, so much burdening my mind. When it was time for lunch with Mason, I showered and dressed only to find him in the living room waiting for me when I was finally ready.

"Change of plans," Mason said apologetically as we walked down the stairs. "I feel bad about leaving Christian alone today so is it all right if we get takeaway and head back to the apartment."

I nodded. "Yeah of course."

We picked up Chinese food, though for some reason I felt sick at the thought of eating it, and headed back to his place. While Mason was washing up, I sat next to Christian who was staring dully at the TV.

"When was the last time you shaved?" I asked him, taking in his prickly face. I peered at the back of his neck and grabbed a fistful of his long hair that hadn't been cut in a long time.

"And had a hair cut?" I added.

He pulled away from me. "Leave me alone."

"Why haven't you gone back to Phoenix Chris?"

He screwed his face up but didn't answer, pretending to be heavily involved in the current program.

"She's not going to leave him. I know it hurts more than anything but she's not coming back. And you need to let go."

Again, he didn't answer but got up and wandered into his room, slamming the door shut.

Mason reappeared with a grim expression. "Didn't go well?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

I picked at my food, ignoring my grumbling stomach. I felt bad not eating but the sickly smell of it made me want to throw up. Mason wolfed his down, his appetite not seeming to be damaged by losing his werewolf abilities.

While he cleaned up, I made my way to his room, lying down on his bed. Last night's lack of sleep had caught up with me and I was simply exhausted. I rolled over, trying to get comfortable when I saw something sparkly on Mason's dresser.

I reached out and examined the engagement ring, my engagement ring, sitting in my palm.

Mason

I filled the dishwasher and chucked the empty boxes into the trash. Seeking out Alex, I found her on my bed, holding...the ring.

My breath caught in my throat. "I shouldn't leave that kind of stuff hanging around, should I?"

She looked up at me like she wanted to say something but didn't know what, so she just stayed silent.

I forced myself to breathe again. C'mon Mason, no time like the present.

"I know you must have like a million things to say but please let me speak first."

She waited patiently and glanced up at me, a child like innocence in her face.

"I know the last time I asked you to marry me, it didn't work out so well. And I'll admit, I did it for the wrong reasons."

I took her hand and she looked weary. She could see where this was going.

"But I love you. And I know we'll be together forever."

"Mason, I have to tell-"

I put a finger to her lips and she quietened with a small smile. "You changed me Alex. In ways you don't even realise. Not only that, You've changed my life. And I hope I've changed yours."

"Mase, you have-" I cut her off again and her smile split wider, like she found all of this quite amusing.

"Alexandra Margarita Russo," I got on one knee, "You can be impatient and frustrating but I'd still take you on a hundred of your worst days ever, if it meant I'd get to spend time with you on one of your best days."

She looked like she was about to cry. And I'd only seen Alex cry in totally hopeless situations, like the night we'd lost Juliet, not in times of happiness. This was certainly no small feat, making her cry.

"You are the most beautiful person in the world. But I don't love you because you're beautiful. You're beautiful because I love you."

I took the ring from her curled fingers and held it out to her. "Will you do me the honor of agreeing to marry me?"

"I can't believe you even have to ask," she said wildly, throwing her arms around me and kissing me.

I grinned into the kiss and hoisted her up off the floor. I'll take that as a yes.

Alex

This isn't real. It can't be.

I can't be getting my happy ending. It's just never happened before. Something always gets in the way. Some ancient magical war, some werewolf set on vengeance. Something just always gets in the way.

But that's not going to happen any more I realized. I'm done. We're done.

He finally set me back on my feet and I realised why I felt much more dizzy than usual. He slipped the ring on my finger and we both stared down at it.

"Miss Russo, we are going to live happily ever after, I promise you that."

"I believe you Mr Greyback."

"We're going to get married and then some day, we're going to have puppies," he said lightly.

The words sent a lurch through my stomach. "You know you've never ever actually told me if I actually will have puppies."

He laughed and I relaxed. "I was always joking. Do I look like a dog to you?"

"I'm not going to answer that," I said, poking my tongue out.

He laughed again. "No, our babies will be human. They'll probably inherit your wizard genes but they won't be wolves now that I'm human." He shook me slightly. "Why are you worrying about all of this? It's years off."

It's actually closer than you think, I thought.

"Mase, I have to tell you something."

He looked so happy and I wondered whether he still would be after this. I took a deep breath. I guess this as good as time as any.

"I'm pregnant Mason..."

The END...

...Or is it?