I am not going to tell Jax about this because I am not going to be that girl that runs to her lover at nay little inconvience and thats what this is. This is an inconvience and she is going to tire out when shes ready to relax. There is nothing serious going on between I and Jax. I dont forget that at anytime he can just find his mate and what is going to happen to me then? I dont want to get too attached because of that. I am going to be alone and heartbroken again if I get even the slightest bit attached to him.
Instead of standing there in the hallway I move to do what I originally set out to do. To go out and pick berries for the pies I intend to make for dinner this night. One of the good memories I have form home is that of I and my mama making pies on early Saturday mornings. Once our chores are done and we have tended to the garden and the clothes are washed we then go into the forest and right beside the great white oak tree there is a bush of wild berries. Some would say they are too acidic for human consumption and too harsh for the taste buds but thats where the flavor comes from for our pies. Mama does them in this way were she soaks off the fruits till their juices comes out and then the marinated juices and divided into two. One would be used for the baking while the other will be used for cooking later, it would be incorporated into a steak dinner or something of the sort.
I walk to the kitchen and grab a basket, waving hi to mama kendra, she is the head chef and the head cook of the house and she is the one who distributes the chores and allocates it to everyone in the household both the males and the females all contribute to the smooth running of the pack house. I walk out the back of the kitchen and head to the forest. I dont know if they have nay growing around these parts but wherever there is green then there should be the abundance of wild berries. I am lucky enough to find them after walking for about fifteen minutes pushing through branches and bushes.