Chapter 15- Memories

“Yeah, you got me. I’m a feud.” He said in a soft voice, finding the bed much more comfortable and cozy then the couch.

Alex smiled, closing her eyes to sleep. “It’s okay. It the nicest thing a man has ever said to me.”

“T’en I vill say it to you everday til the day I die.”

“Momma!”  Chloe whined, her fingers entwined in the sheets. Her eyes were huge as she tried to awake her mother, whom was currently molded to the Russian Male. “Mommy!” She whined once more, tapping her Mother's nose. “Wake up!” She called, yanking the sheets closer to her.

Alex only groaned and tossed over in her bed, burying herself into the warm flesh in front of her. She did not think any of it. “Mommy! It's four already! We're supposed to be at the shop!”

“Shop closed baby.” Alex whispered, her throat paining from the small amount of usage. She gave a small groan in protest as her daughter began hopping on the bed. Bloo didn't say a word, he only stared and grinned, watching his kid throw a small tantrum.

“But Momma! I wanna go in today! You made me leave early last night!” She whined again.

“Go bug Bloo.” Alex simply replied, waving her hand around in hopes of making the child leave. But Chloe only giggled.

“But you have him Momma! Stop hogging Bloo!” She gave a small giggle fit as she watched Alex lifted her head, only to scream from the sight. Bloo only chuckled in protest as Alex gave a few fits of coughs, her hands wrapped tightly around her throat.

“W—what are you doing in my bed!” She tried to shout, but failed. Bloo only stared at her before a devilish smile rose.

“Vell, you invited me.” He simply replied. But Alex did not believe him. She grabbed a large pillow to hide her body as she growled.

“I did no such thing!” She coughed a few more times before Chloe grinned.

“Yes you did Momma!” Chloe piped in. “Bloo woke me up this morning from his puking, and I overheard the two of you!” She giggled as she ripped the pillow away to hug it herself. “You guys spoke for a lil' while before you invited him to sleep with you!”

Alex covered her face in embarrassment, hiding the red color that covered her face. Her thoughts were running wild. What does Chloe mean by sleep with you? Did her little girl literally mean sleep in the same bed or sleep??

She peeked through her fingers to see a grinning Bloo, cross-legged on her bed. He was—somewhat clothed, but he could have easily gotten dress so Chloe wouldn't barge in as she did to see he was naked. She gave an internal giggle as lately, she's been daydreaming about the man.

Bloo watched her carefully before nodding his head, agreeing with the small child. 'Course, this made Alex more embarrassed as she pointed toward the door. “Can you two leave so I may get dressed?” She asked, though it was more of an order. Chloe just bounced out, her fingers wound tightly around Bloo's large hands.

“Bloo, why was Momma all flustered?” Chloe suddenly asked as the door was slammed behind them, followed by a soft, raspy shriek. Bloo only grinned.

“Because Chloe. She thought of somet'ing dirty.” He simply replied, only to earn a confused look from the daughter. “Let's go make your Mother some food. She's had a rough night.”

“Alright!”

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'Calm down Alex. Calm down. You feel fine! Absolutely fine!' She thought frantically, checking her body for any marks that could prove the sleeping with Bloo, but found nothing. 'I don't remember anything! Nothing! 'Cept for my family! That's it!' She rubbed her sore throat, pushing open her closet door to reveal her slightly faded reflection. Her neck was bright purple, bruised. How could the others not notice? Or did they and not say a word.

She took in a deep breath, but coughed painfully. “Damn him.” She muttered to herself. She could faintly hear her kid and Bloo laughing and running around below her. Small muffled voices about food, life, and the night before. But mostly, Chloe was making fun of Bloo for getting food poisoning.

She rubbed her throat again, the pain was severe, but not even close to child birth. She ran her fingers down her throat and along her collarbone, her imagination running wild. “Hmm.” She murmured slightly as her fingers traveled downward before she muttered it. “Bloo.”

A throbbing pain echoed through her head, familiar in so many ways. Sight of a shadowed man ran through her eyes, panting, groaning, grunting, calling names that were muffled. Light caught the man''s head, revealing the bright blue, sweaty strand of hair. “Allie.” He finally muttered clearly. Alex was sent to her knees as the memory flashed faster, sending waves of pleasure through her. [Gotta love memories.]

She bit hard down on her lips, keeping herself from making any sound that could make her daughter, whom shared the same over-sensitive hearing, running up the stairs and into the room. The memory progressed. More grunts, more name calling. Her taste buds were attacked by the sweet taste of blood. It was not hers.

She chewed on her lip harder, hearing the man's pants get heavier, and her lips parted. “Bloo.” She murmured, moaning almost. Suddenly the memory eruptively ended, leaving her panting. She stared at her door for a moment, blinking as her breathing slowed, her excitement ending.

“Momma!” Chloe suddenly yelled, bashing something against the slab that separated them. Probably a broom stick. “We have food! Get down here!”

“Erm, yeah!” She replied, only for her throat to cough in protest. 'Bloo called me Allie the first time we met.' She silently thought, grabbing several clothing material as she rushed out of her room. She stumbled several times as she made her way down the stairs, trying desperately to slip on the pair of pajamas that she grabbed.

Chloe giggled as she watched her Mother slide across the flooring, her shirt half way over her head. “Momma? Why aren't you dressed?”

As Alex's head popped through the head hole, she gave a sheepish smile before zipping up the invisible zipper across her lips. Her daughter pouted as she was lifted into the air by Bloo, whom was smiling.

“Ve made pancakes and found some yogurt. For your throat.” Bloo announced, giving Chloe a soft noogie on the head. She in return flicked the man on the forehead with her nail, causing him to blink a few times in surprise.

“Come Momma! For Breakfast for Dinner awaits!” Chloe announced. She grabbed both Alex and Bloo's hand, dragging the two toward the kitchen. Alex couldn't help but inhale the sweet scent of breakfast. And it indeed was breakfast. There was everything that you'd find in an Dennys. Hashbrowns, pancakes, waffles, eggs, sausage and more.

She was amazed that they were able to make so much in such a little time. She sat herself in her normal seat as she watched her child devour the meal in front of her. Her mouth watered, but her stomach churned at the thought of eating actual food. A soft clink knocked her from staring at the food; a glass of red liquid sat in front of her.

“Eat.” Bloo ordered as he sat beside her, grabbing a few things. Chloe had begun on seconds, her body stretching over the table to reach more food.

“Chloe.” Alex muttered softly, swirling the red blood in the glass carefully. Her daughter's eyes followed the glass carefully before gagging.

“Yuck Momma! I still don't know how you can drink that stuff!” She exclaimed, scrunching up her face. Alex gave a small laugh as she took a sip, and made a satisfying noise, yet she felt the exact opposite. The taste of that blood from the memory still lingered.

“Don't vorry Chloe, maybe one day you'll acquire that taste.” Bloo replied before devouring almost an entire fork-full of food.

The daughter scoffed, wagging her fork in the direction of the male. “Nu-uh! I will never start liking blood! It's nasty! I still don't know why Momma and her family drink the stuff! It's so—yucky!” Another chuckle came from Alex as she took another sip. Thankfully, it soothed her throat.

“Vho knows Chloe. Yous may become just like your Mother.”

“Or I can be like my Father!” Chloe bounced excitedly in her seat. “I barely ever act like Momma. So I maybe more like my Father! Ugh, I wish I could meet him!” She pouted.

'If you only knew.' Bloo thought silently as he shoved another another mouthful of food.