My mate’s mistress

Andel and Yolanda

The sweet aroma of food woke me up, I turned to look for Wyatt and was met with an empty bed. I got out of bed went to freshen up and noticed I was already healing.

The doctor had said it would take six weeks but with my wolf healing me I’ll heal before that.I had gotten my wolf when I turned nineteen, she has red fur with a light brown patch on her chest area and a streak starting from between her ears to the middle of her back.

I went out, ate and catch up a bit with my mom and the others about life back home.

The week went by in a blink and our guests are on their way back home. Now it’s just Wyatt and I, he’s currently in the twins room playing with them while I wash up the dishes. After pumping some milk, I stored it in the fridge then clean up the pump. i know dealing with two babies at once won’t be easy but I’ll pull through.

Yes we both will, I’ll pup sit whenever you’re tired. Though I’m glad their grandma’s were here to help out, I am their mom too.

My wolf ria beamed then sighed sadly, clearly exaggerating.

I chuckle at her exaggeration.

Yes mama, I didn’t forget you. I can’t wait for you to meet them.

Walking to the room Wyatt and our kids are on the fluffy rug sleeping. the same rug he said they wouldn’t need until they’re older.

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SEVEN YEARS LATER

“ mrs Anderson, please, don’t take this the wrong way but.. would you like to try a school for special needs.”

The teacher asked me cautiously

And I sighed

“ she still hasn’t spoken” I asked teary eyed.

She shakes her head. “ no. we’ve tried teaching her along with two other students in a separate class room and still nothing, then we tried one on one teaching, I’m sorry.”

A tear slipped my eye I don’t know what else to do. ever since I enrolled the twins in school Andel adopted right away, making friends, participating in their activities and always does his work but Yolanda is the opposite.

The thing is we’ve taken her to different doctors but they all said she’s perfectly fine and the only thing can say is that the ‘no talking’ could be a sign of autism or in some cases trauma. Ever since that I kept asking myself What can she possibly be traumatized about and Whatever it is I have no knowledge of it. I’ve tried talking to her at home but she says nothing not to her dad nor her brother. She isolates herself in her room and only comes out to eat.

“ okay. Well can she stay for the rest of the year just to see if the behaviour would change, she’s been here only half of the term” I pleaded with the teacher hoping she would agree.

She look’s hesitant a bit before she nods with a little smile.

“Okay then, I will also try to work with her. Any little improvement will do.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you so much. I appreciate your kind gesture.”

Once I left the teachers office I went to See them.once I got to the classroom door I looked through to see Andel put his hand up to participate while Yolanda is there just looking uninterested. I left the school and went back to my workplace.

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NINE YEARS LATER

“Yolanda, you get back here young lady. Care to tell me why you’re suspended.” I demanded

“ the paper is there for a reason mom. the reason is written on it.” She answered bored, walking off to go to her room.

“Hey, mom’s talking to you yolan.” Andel said while he tried to grab her but she pulled her hand out of his grip.

“ LET GO!!. the paper is there for her to see exactly what I did and why.” She gritted, storming off to her room.

“ Andel, it’s okay you don’t always have to speak up for me.”

Just then the front door open and Wyatt walked in.

“ what’s going on” he asked confused.

“ your daughter got suspended.” I sighed. He sat down to take his shoe off.

“ I’ll talk to her. I know you’re tired from work..”

“ and you aren’t?!. You have to stop this Wyatt. Stop neglecting yourself for me you have to take care of yourself too.”

He sighed frustratedly.

“ Andel, go to your room” he said turning to look at our son. As soon as he heard the door to Andel bedroom upstairs closes he continued.

“ yes I know, but I’m trying to not leave the kids to you. When do I get a chance to be a father to my kids I work six days a week. when I get home they’re already in their room sleeping or sometimes finishing up dinner. On mornings I leave before they even come down for breakfast, you practically raised them on your own with financial support from me. I feel like I’m not involved enough, I only went to one school meeting with them.. one. I feel like I’m not the father they deserve, that’s probably why Yolanda is the way she is..”

“ Wyatt, don’t say that.. you are the best father they could’ve ever had you work so that you can provide for them. I saw your texts to Andel on a daily basis and it’s good that you talk to him still all while at work even though he can’t reply right away. Do you you text Yolanda too?.”

“Yea, but she doesn’t always reply.”

I nodded.

“ she’ll come around.”

After i had asked the teacher to let Yolanda stay for the rest of the school year she had improved within a couple weeks about two or three years I noticed she had made some friends but that didn’t last long as she started throwing tantrums and crying out of the blue saying she has a migraine headache, then she started talking to herself which I found weird because I thought to myself she’s too young to have a wolf.

Wyatt and I never kept anything about who they truly are and where they’re from away from them. they’ve met our wolves, we spoke to them about having a wolf and how it’s like your destined best friend and having a mate, the special someone who is only for you and you for them.

During a visit from Wyatt and my mom one or two years back I think, Wyatt’s mom had told them about everything that had happened why we had to live here. Now that I remember that’s when I noticed Yolanda start expressing herself through words but it also made her start hitting people. I wonder to myself if that was a good or bad idea.

My phone rang pulling me from my thoughts.

“ Lenora why didn’t you tell me you came back, where are you now.” My mom’s shocked voice rang through my ear.

“..what, mom if I ever decide to come back you’ll be the first to know. I’m still in Saint Vincent..”

“ no.. I just saw a picture of you that Wyatt’s mom sent me.”