by Sky Winters
THE END
Dragon’s Mate for Life
“I thought you understood.”
“Understood what? That you are an asshole?”
“Look, Julie, I didn’t sign up for raising some other guy’s kid. This was just supposed to be fun and well, it’s just not anymore.”
“So, that is how you go through life then? Fucking your way through it without commitment of any sort?”
“I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want to get serious.”
“Right, and then you invited me home to meet your parents. What the fuck was that about?”
“I just needed them to think I was in a solid relationship with someone down to Earth. That’s all it was.”
“That’s not what you said when you took me there. How can you be such a complete dick?”
“You wouldn’t have come if I had told you the truth, or you would have been too transparent about the fact that it was a sham between us. I needed you to believe it as much as they did.”
“How can you be so flippant? We’ve been dating for weeks. You let me believe that you had changed your mind about not becoming serious. I introduced you to my daughter for cripe’s sake! I never do that with casual dates. She’s been through enough just losing her father. Fuck you, Simon. Get out of my house!”
“Gladly. I don’t have time for needy, clingy bitches.”
It was all Laura could do not to kick him square in the ass, leaving a dirty footprint from her running shoes on the backside of his expensive Italian suit. Fucking lawyers, dicks in court, dicks in life. She should have known better than to get involved with one.
“Cynthia, I just can’t do this. It’s a pain in the ass. I’d rather be alone,” Laura told her best friend on the phone later.
“You’re trying too hard, Laura. Let your hair down a little and just go out on some casual dates and get laid. Don’t tell them you have a kid at all unless they seem interested in that sort of thing.”
“I’m not going to do that. Katie is very important in my life, and if a man doesn’t want to have anything to do with her, he’s just not for me. Fuck dating. I’m deleting my profile from Tindr. I’m sorry I ever let you talk me into that shit.”
“Oh, come one. Tindr isn’t that bad. I’ve met some really nice guys on it.”
“You don’t have a kid, Cynthia. I didn’t mention her on my profile because I didn’t want to draw in the pedophiles, but once I tell those that I’ve talked to about meeting, most of them just disappear. They don’t even have the decency to make up an excuse.”
“But not all of them have.”
“No. The ones that haven’t either just figure they’ll fuck the hot single mom and then disappear. Or worse, they have their own brood and a crazy ex-wife. Then, there are the ones that are still married. It’s just a bunch of losers looking to get laid. I would rather be alone.”
“Look, I’ve got an idea. Have you tried the ComeShift site?”
“ComeShift?”
“Yeah. It’s a new dating app I tried a while back. It is dating site for shifters to find mates.”
“Shifters? You mean like animal shifters? You are yanking my chain, right?”
“No, not at all. I met a wolf shifter on there. God, he was hot and fantastic in bed, but he got way too possessive and I had to break it off. You might be looking for someone willing to commit, but I don’t have any time for all that shit right now. I have a career to manage, not some guy’s kitchen.”
“I don’t think getting mixed up with some paranormal freak is the answer, Cynthia.”
“Just something to think about. You should at least give it a shot. Shifters aren’t like other men. They are naturally protective, with family instincts, and some of them mate for life when they find the right person. You find one that you click with, and Katie won’t be an issue for him at all. He’ll embrace her right along with you.”
“All the same. I think I’ll pass.”
“Suit yourself. You just never know. Anyway, I’ve got to go. I’ve a client meeting in five and I need to figure out what I’m going to say to him. His product blows and I’ve got to put together a fucking amazing ad to try to sell the shit.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Gonna need it. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I ended the call and tossed my phone on the sofa. It was almost two thirty and I had to go pick up Katie from school. I walked out of my home office and made my way to the car to head downtown, still thinking about my lack of a love life. Why was it so hard? I was attractive, smart, owned my own business, house and car. My only baggage was being a widow with a child and I seemed to be the only one that didn’t see it as such.
When my husband had died a few years earlier, my world had felt like it had come to an end. Katie was only two years old. He and I were only twenty-four, a lifetime ahead of us. We had been high school sweethearts, gone off to college together, and graduated shortly before Katie was born. I had gotten pregnant during our senior year, and we had married beneath an old oak tree that stood in the middle of campus, just us, a minister and throngs of excited strangers that gathered around us to cheer on our nuptials as they passed by to go to class.
I never regretted not having a big wedding. I had loved the simplicity and atmosphere our impromptu marriage had possessed. Josh never even proposed to me in a traditional sense. We had awakened one morning when I was almost seven months along and the baby was kicking wildly. With his hand on my stomach as little alien feet made a spectacle of it, he looked at me and smiled.
“Let’s get married today.”
“Don’t be silly. How can we possibly just go get married? There is a waiting period.”
“Not if you can prove you have been living together already as a couple. I think we have that covered,” he laughed.
“Are you sure?”
“Ridiculous question! I’ve been sure since we were fifteen years old. I wanted to wait until we graduated, but I don’t want our baby coming into the world illegitimately. Let’s give her proper parentage.”
“How do you know it is a girl? We told them not to tell us.”
“I know because I wished for a little girl as beautiful as her mother.”
“Charmer.”
“As long as it is still working on you.”
So, they went to the courthouse and got a license, hiring a student from the seminary college who had gotten an ordainment to perform ceremonies from one of those cheesy online sites while he completed his formal education. It was legal and that was all that mattered. The students that gathered had all cheered and clapped once they were pronounced man and wife, tossing assorted things like pencil erasers, sunflower seeds they had in their packs and even shreds of paper they had ripped up while waiting for the final vows.
Two years later, they had sat in the doctor’s office listening to the bad news. Josh had been blacking out and had bouts of confusion that were getting worse. It was a tumor at the base of his brain, growing and inoperable. Laura thought it had been the worst day of her life, but she was wrong. The worst days were still to come as she watched his deterioration, a time bomb sitting lodged in his head.
Pulling up in front of the school, she shook off the memory of those final days and wiped a tear that had managed its way down her face away. Waiting in the line with all of the other parents, she spotted Katie talking with one of her new friends on the lawn. When it came her turn to pull up to the curb, they were both waiting there for her.
“Mom, mom. This is Hank. He’s so cool!”
“Nice to meet you, Hank. Let’s go, Katie. We’re holding up the line.”
“Okay, Mom. Bye, Hank!”
“Bye, Katie. Bye, Mrs. Stewart.”
Laura smiled at him and waved as she pulled away from the curb. She hated being called Mrs. Stewart. It reminded her of all the things she had just tried to shut out of her mind so that she could put on a happy face for her daughter.
“Mom
, guess what?”
“What?”
“Hank’s father can turn into a bear.”
“You’re kidding.”
Laura marveled at how the conversation just magically paralleled with the one she had been having earlier with Cynthia. Since when had it become so acceptable to be a shifter? Up until recently, it all seemed like a myth to most people, but in the past year or so more and more people were coming out and admitting their abilities. Instead of the usual fear of the unknown, people seemed to find it more fascinating than freakish, and were actively supporting the movement not to keep it a dirty family secret.
“Yeah. Isn’t that great! Hank will be able to turn into a bear one day too, but not yet. He said he is too little. Kindergarteners can’t be bears.”
“Thank goodness for that. Can you imagine the chaos at recess?”
Katie giggled and looked out the window and thought about that for a moment before turning back to her mother.
“What about me? Will I be able to turn into anything when I get out of kindergarten?”
“Just a beautiful young woman one day.”
“That doesn’t sound like that much fun. You are beautiful and you don’t have any fun,” Katie scowled.
Laura looked at her thoughtfully. She was terribly perceptive for such a young girl. It occurred to her that her daughter was right, though she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do about it.
“I have fun with you.”
“I have fun with you too, Mom.”
They drove the rest of the way home in silence. Katie scurried up to her room to play while Laura returned to her office to finish her work for the day. It was their usual routine. Laura’s work as a freelance graphic designer afforded her the flexibility to accommodate Katie’s transport to and from school, but she sometimes had to work while Katie was at home to keep up the eight-hour work day. At five, she would knock off for the day and they would make dinner together or get a bite elsewhere. Tonight was pizza night and they would order in and watch a movie together.
“What will it be?”
“Frozen!”
“How many times have we seen that now?”
“A bazillion!”
“Sounds right. Okay. You get it started. That’s the doorbell. Pizza is here.”
As usual, Katie fell asleep before the movie was done and had to be carried up to bed. Laura tucked her in and went back downstairs, intent on getting some more work done. Instead, she found herself checking out the site that Cynthia had mentioned. Looking through the profiles, she was fascinated to see how attractive the men were. It wasn’t your usual lot of lazy, self-important jerks she had become accustomed to.
“Why the fuck not?” she mumbled to herself, clicking on the link for ComeShift to sign up and set up a profile. After going through the process, she closed her browser and went back to work for a bit, putting it out of her mind as she finished up her work. Finishing the project she had been working on, she went to the kitchen for a glass of wine and sat on the sofa watching Frozen without even registering it. Her mind was a million miles away, lost in thought. Life was lonely. She didn’t want to be sad. Not for herself and not for Katie, but she was, and it was getting worse she was afraid.
She picked up her tablet from the coffee table and downloaded the come shift app she had used on her computer to it. No messages. Even shifters weren’t interested it seemed. Opening her email, she saw that she had to confirm her email address before her profile would be active on the site. She hesitated, instead going back to the app and looking around a little more. She opened a browser window and began looking around at the different types of shifters, and recent articles on how hard it had been for many of them to be open about themselves.
“Everyone has their problems, I guess,” she said to the room around her, shutting off the tablet and heading to bed.
The following morning, she went about her usual routine, getting breakfast ready and Katie up and off to school. Settling back in at home afterwards, she began to work, opening her mail to check for anything from clients she might need to answer. There was the confirmation email from the shifter site still waiting for her. Opening it, she clicked on the activation link, closed her email and went back to work. Before she knew it, time to go get Katie had arrived and she was rushing out the door to retrieve her.
Sitting in the line of parents waiting their turn to pick up children, she picked up her phone and glanced at it. The email notification was on and she opened it to see what it was, expecting more of the usual spam that seemed to make its way to her despite her best efforts to keep it out. Instead it was a message sent through the ComeShift app relay. She read it, surprised to receive such a quick response from anyone.
His name was Sebastian, and he was a dragon shifter. According to his profile, he was a local firefighter. His pictures revealed a man who was tall and fit, the classically dark and handsome type with wavy black hair and perfect white teeth. He didn’t seem too pushy or forward, just letting her know that he had liked her profile and picture, and asking if she’d like to meet for a drink to see if they might hit it off.
It was today’s dating test. Men never invited you to dinner or a movie right off the bat. They invited you for coffee or a drink, something quick that diminished how much time they would be forced to spend with you if you turned out to be a real loser in their eyes. At first, it had been a turn off to her that men approached modern dating this way, but after a few incidents with people she couldn’t get away from fast enough, it had become a perfectly acceptable thing to her, as well.
Might as well just get it all out there right off the bat she thought, sending him back a message telling him that she could meet him for coffee, but it would have to be during the daytime while her daughter was in school. It was her usual response and she found that many times, there was no follow up from the other end. Despite what Cynthia had said, she didn’t expect it this time either. A guy that looked like this Sebastian fellow could choose whomever he wanted, it wasn’t likely he’d be interested in a single mother.
It was a surprise when, later that evening, she received an email back from him telling her that daytime was great. He was off the next day and wanted to know if she could meet him maybe after she dropped her daughter at school. After a bit of back and forth, she agreed to meet him at the Cuppa This, a local coffee and tea shop not far from Katie’s school.
Walking into the shop the next morning, she felt incredibly nervous. Usually, she was so used to these things turning out poorly that it didn’t faze her, but there was something different about this one. Whether it was because he wasn’t put off by a child, the fact that he was a shifter or just that he was so hot, she couldn’t be sure, but she felt like every nerve ending was on fire.
“Laura?”
She turned and found herself staring at the broad chest of the most gorgeous man she had seen for quite a while. He towered above her, which was saying a lot since she was five nine and wearing heels. Glancing to one side, she could see other women in the shop looking at him with a certain longing, but he seemed oblivious to the attention.
“Sebastian?”
“Yes. I’m glad you came. I was afraid you wouldn’t.”
“Why?”
“First, let’s find a seat somewhere before they are all gone. This place is filling up fast. I’ll order us some coffee and maybe a treat? What would you like?”
“Just black coffee and maybe a blueberry scone if they are fresh.”
“Simple enough. Be right back.”
She breathed a sigh of relief and looked around for a seat, finding one in a far corner that had just been vacated. Sitting down, she waited anxious for him to return, which he did a short time later, with two cups of black coffee and two blueberry scones. Were they that much alike or was he just trying to seem like it?
“So, back to your question,” he said. “I find that a lot of women are interested in dating shifters, but when it comes right down to it, the
y back down.”
“I see. I have the same problem with men who find out I have a child.”
“Never crossed my mind. Kids are great. What is your daughter’s name?”
“Katie.”
“How old is she?”
“Five, just started kindergarten this year.”
“Not to be too nosey right off the bat, but I find that some men have issues with Mommy dating someone new and I like to know what I’m getting into up front. How long have you been divorced?”
“I’m not divorced.”
His eyebrows were raised noticeably before I could finish the sentence. I could almost see him deciding if he would make an excuse or just bolt for the door.
“I’m widowed. My husband died a few years ago.”
“You didn’t kill him, did you?”
“No,” I said, laughing a little, despite the dark nature of his joke.
“Good to know. In that case, I’m very sorry for your and Katie’s loss.”
“Thanks. And you? Ever been married? Any kids?”
“Never married, no kids that I’m aware of,” he smiled.
I found myself liking him immediately. He had a somewhat macabre sense of humor, but it seemed to suit him well. It was almost charming. We talked a bit more about Katie and my work, then his phone began buzzing loudly. He pulled it out of his pocket and grimaced at the screen.
“I hate to cut this short, Laura, but I have to go. Work.”
“Oh, I thought you were off today.”
“I was. Getting called in. I’m very sorry.”
“It’s okay. Thanks for the coffee and scone.”
“Anytime. I’ll be in touch.”
“Sure. Good luck with work.”
She watched as he got up and hurried out the door. Work, my ass, she thought. That was nothing more than the classic phone a friend move. Shifters might be new to the open dating scene, but they were obviously familiar with the practice of having someone text or call you to provide an excuse for immediate departure. What had she done wrong? Was he lying about being okay with her having a child or had she just talked too much about her?
“Fuck my life,” she muttered, getting up from the table and walking out of the shop. Back at home, she opened up the shifter app and deleted her profile. Meeting strangers on the internet was not the answer. She wasn’t sure what was, but she was beginning to understand why so many women that are widowed are widowed for life. Maybe you only got one chance to get things right and when you get it right the first time, that is just all there is for you.