Brigid curls their fingers together. He mentions a family and the blush rises on her cheeks. She can't help it. She's always imagined red haired children with his eyes, chasing after each other and filling halls with their laughter and voices. Just a couple, one of each maybe.
Looking up at him, she steps closer, wanting his body warmth. She listens to his heartbeat, able to hear the truth in his words. Brigid wonders when he lost all confidence in himself. He's not as bad as he thinks. Sure, he needs a break and some help, but from what she's seen, he's dealing with a deck stacked against him and at least one teenager that knows nothing of respect.
Brigid licks her lips, hoping she says this right. "I want the fairy tale, Derek. But I'm willing to work for it." Her lips twitch just a little bit. "A dream is meant to be worked for." She's put in the work to learn Gaelic, to get her PhD, to do what she'd dreamed of doing. This dream? This is one she's willing to work harder for, to run herself ragged in helping him find his feet and become the Alpha he wants to be.
Her fingers ghost along his jaw, feeling the scruff. It makes him look older, harder. She wonders what he would look like without it. "I will help you do anything you want, Derek. Pick a direction and I will follow you and help you reach whatever it is you want." Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. the blush rises again. "And I want to give you a family. I always dreamed of having children with you." Another dream she's willing to work for.
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Looking up at him, she steps closer, wanting his body warmth. She listens to his heartbeat, able to hear the truth in his words. Brigid wonders when he lost all confidence in himself. He's not as bad as he thinks. Sure, he needs a break and some help, but from what she's seen, he's dealing with a deck stacked against him and at least one teenager that knows nothing of respect.
Brigid licks her lips, hoping she says this right. "I want the fairy tale, Derek. But I'm willing to work for it." Her lips twitch just a little bit. "A dream is meant to be worked for." She's put in the work to learn Gaelic, to get her PhD, to do what she'd dreamed of doing. This dream? This is one she's willing to work harder for, to run herself ragged in helping him find his feet and become the Alpha he wants to be.
Her fingers ghost along his jaw, feeling the scruff. It makes him look older, harder. She wonders what he would look like without it. "I will help you do anything you want, Derek. Pick a direction and I will follow you and help you reach whatever it is you want." Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. the blush rises again. "And I want to give you a family. I always dreamed of having children with you." Another dream she's willing to work for.