HARDER THAN ROCKS

"At least with the pants, your friend will be a lot less distracting." I say keeping my eyesight in the plain of PG audiences.

I roll off of him eventually and quickly grab the underwear and pants from the pile before returning to him. I separate the two and hold up the loose boxers I thought would fit him. I had a feeling briefs would make mad.

And a mad J was not so cute.

"These usually go on after you shower, to keep you clean, but now will have to do." I explain as I tug at the waistbands playfully. "One leg in, then the other." I say before kneeling down a bit. I stare at his stationed legs waiting from a moment before looking up to find his unentertained expression.

"This foot," I say demonstrating with my left foot before tapping his. "Then the other."

When he steps into the dark grey fabric, I quickly pull it up, letting it snap against his skin at the top. He jumps at the snap and fists his hands at his sides as he glared at the fabric. I lean back a bit to get a better look, and Goddess above wasn't I blessed with a gorgeous mate.

"I don't know why I like you more like this." I reveal tapping my finger against my chin. He looks at me with a pained expression and I quickly hug him. J loved hugs too, they seemed to always calm him. "You'll get acustom to it, I promise."

He releases a groan and I roll my eyes before unfolding the pants. He grabs the item from me before throwing them as far as his powerful arms could extend.

I watch where they land before turning to him with an unamused expression while he just smiles smugly.

"You may not be able to walk but I can." I say with a smirk and the frown that replaced his features told me he understood he just got roasted.

I dodge his attempt to grab me and quickly rush to the spot of the loose shorts I'd snatched for him. I turn back to find him sitting in the grass with only his boxer briefs, folded arms lying across his chest at the spot I left him, the site hysterical and cute.

"I'll let you off today." I say dropping the pants when I jogged back to him. "But next time you're putting them on."

He sends me a victorious smile that made me want to stuff his mouth with the stupid shorts. I ignore it and sit us down after grabbing the large bag I brought today, I dig through it before pulling out a pile of pictures.

"Today, you're going to meet my family." I say as he pulls me into his lap with a curious look. I settle into straddling him before showing him the first picture.

It was a picture of Peter and I. We were covered in dried paint, our clothes drenched with the foamy water that was sprayed on us feom the festival we went to. I'd forced Peter to come and though he tried to run away initially, by the end of it he was singing along softly to the songs of his favorite band. In the picture, he was on my shoulders with the biggest smile in the middle of a crowd having just as much fun as we were.

"This is Peter." I say pointing to my long haired brother, his expression was more radiant that usual, his eyes so vibrant with life.

J takes the picture and inspects it wonderously before looking at Peter, he studies him for a moment and the position we were in. I snatched the picture back just before he could rip it and send him a murderous glare.

"No!" I shout, my voice stilling him. "Peter is my brother." I say firmly, my eyes drilling holes through his skull.

He holds my gaze ambitiously, defiance brimming in his eyes but he eventually sighs in defeat. As if understanding that this wasn't a matter he'd win against.

"He's just my baby brother, nothing else." I say more calmly. "He's the sweetest kid you'll ever meet." I promise but he looks away with a small pout like the big baby he was.

I smile a little and grab his face in my face, squeezing his cheeks together as I look at him.

"You're the only one for me. The only one I love." I confess earnestly before kissing his nose. He crinkles his nose before kissing the palm of my hand.

"Now, this is Damon." I say tucking Peter's picture at the bottom of the small pile. This picture wasn't so sweet, well at least to Damon, but I loved it anyway.

He was dressed in a unicorn onesie with the biggest frown on his face, his legs folded underneath him and his arms crossed. Leaning over him, with arms looped around his neck was Amelia in a Panda onesie with the biggest smile of all time.

"Damon." I say pointing to him. "He's seventeen, so he'll be alpha next year. He's not the most pleasant guy in the world but he's the best to have fighting on your side. He may look like a big meanie … but he's sweet on the inside, deep inside." I joke but J doesn't get it so I chuckle to myself. "That's Amelia, his best friend and my money is on her being his mate. Like you and me. Anyways, she's known him since they were kids and she's the only person besides the family who can tame him."

J smiles a little at the picture before pointing to the onesies.

"Amelia is obsessed with Pandas, I think it's a blood thing cause so is Uncle Emitt. Anyway, she forced Damon to wear one too and of course, she got her way in the end." I say with a fond smile before glancing up to J. "I'd love to see you in a onezie, maybe a deer or unicorn too."

I chuckle at the unamused expression he wore when I did a few hand signals that got him to understand what I said.

"Okay next is Hagen and Josey." I continue pulling forth the next picture. "They're the youngest in the family and they're twins, that's why they look alike. Josey may be the only girl, but she holds her own. She can be mean sometimes but she doesn't really mean it, plus it's always with love. Hagen is the sweeter of the two, he can be a bit daft sometimes but overall he's a pretty smart kid."

J examines the photo of Hagen and Josey raiding the fridge which dad took when they were a little younger. He chuckles with amusement before giving me back the picture.

"Now these are my parents," I say studying the last picture with a smile.

It was a picture of me between both my dads who were squeezing the living daylights out of me in their attempt at a hug. Damon took it the day before I left for university.

Both their eyes were a bit watery but the smiles were loving, I was holding onto them tightly with tears of my own. I loved this picture so much, it reminded me of what it was like when I first met my dads, how they held onto me and took me as their own without being forced to. It reminded me of how much they loved me.

J tries to peak over a bit to see the image but I keep it close. He releases a small grumble but I ignore it as I study the image.

"Julian is amazing." I start as I look at his bright blue eyes. "He's a bit hard on the outside, but when you get to know him.. … he's everything and more.

He says he sucks with kids but he's wrong, he's like the best parent you could ever ask for. I remember the first time I got in a fight in school, I sat in the office crying cause I thought they'd send me away. But dad wasn't angry or disappointed." I say with a chuckle. "He was so happy, happy that I stood up for myself and that I stopped someone from bullying others."