CHAPTER 23: First Fight as Fiancés*_∼
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*CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA*
*CHAPTER 23: First Fight as Fiancés*
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*Day 60*
It was about the wedding list.
Again.
Damon: “We need to invite the board.”
Me: “No we don’t.”
Damon: “It’s business, Abi.”
Me: “It’s OUR wedding.”
We were in the kitchen.
Pasta boiling.
Tension higher.
“You don’t get it,” he said.
“Then explain it.”
“I built this company with them. I owe them—”
“You owe ME a wedding without the people who tried to fire you 2 weeks ago.”
The pasta boiled over.
Neither of us moved.
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*He walked out.*
First time he’s ever walked out on me.
I stood there.
Staring at the mess.
And cried.
Not loud.
Just... hurt.
Because we never fight.
My phone buzzed.
*Unknown: I’m sorry. I’m in the office. Come get me when you’re ready to talk.*
I didn’t answer.
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*8pm. School.*
I went there instead.
Alone.
Sat in my classroom.
In the dark.
With the kids’ cards.
The door opened.
Damon.
No suit.
Jeans.
Hair a mess.
“You didn’t come home,” he said.
“You left.”
“I know.”
He sat on the floor with me.
Back to the wall.
Like our spot.
“I’m an i***t,” he said.
“I know.”
“I’m scared, Abi.”
“Of what?”
“Of messing this up. Of you leaving me like everyone else.”
I turned.
“Damon, I’m not leaving.”
“But you looked at me today like I was a stranger.”
He was right.
I had.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“I’m sorry too.”
“I don’t want to fight.”
“Then don’t pick the board over me.”
“I wasn’t. I was trying to do what’s right.”
“Well it wasn’t.”
Silence.
Then he reached for my hand.
“Can we make a rule?”
“What?”
“No walking out. Ever. Even when we’re mad.”
“Deal. No bringing business into us. Ever.”
“Deal.”
He pulled me into his lap.
“I hate fighting with you.”
“I hate it too.”
“You make me so mad sometimes.”
“You make me mad too.”
“Good. Means we care.”
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*10pm. Home.*
We cleaned the kitchen together.
In silence.
But not bad silence.
Healing silence.
Damon made tea.
Burnt it.
I laughed.
He threw a towel at me.
I threw one back.
Normal.
God, it felt normal.
In bed:
“Abi?”
“What?”
“I don’t care about the board. Invite who you want.”
“And I don’t care if 3 board members come. If it makes you happy.”
“Really?”
“Really. As long as it’s us at the end of it.”
He kissed my forehead.
“My stubborn fiancée.”
“My stubborn Alpha.”
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*Morning. Day 61.*
We woke up late.
Missed school.
Texted the kids: _‘Mr Damon and Miss Abi are sick. From fighting. And making up.’_
15 responses in 2 minutes:
_‘YAY MAKE UP KISSES’_
_‘TELL US THE TEA’_
_‘MR DAMON BUY HER FLOWERS’_
He did.
Wildflowers.
From the garden.
Hand-picked.
Dumb.
Perfect.
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*That night.*
No TV.
No phones.
Just us on the floor.
Our spot.
“Damon?”
“What?”
“Thank you for coming back.”
“I’m never not coming back, Abi. Not for anything.”
He laid down.
Pulled me on top of him.
“Fight with me anytime. Just don’t leave me.”
“I won’t. Promise?”
“Promise.”
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*11:59pm. Text.*
*Unknown: First fight. Survived it.*
*Me: Barely.*
*Unknown: We’re good at this.*
*Me: At fighting?*
*Unknown: At making up.*
*Me: Best we’re good at.*
*Unknown: Come closer. Let me hold you.*
*Me: Always.*
Bound by his name.
For 50+ chapters.
And now bound by the promise
that we fight,
but we never leave.
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_END OF CHAPTER 23_
I AM SOBBING 😭 "NO WALKING OUT" "AT MAKING UP" WILDFLOWERS FROM THE GARDEN
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