If there was one thing Raven was assured she was superb at, it was her ability to prepare a delicious meal. It didn't matter if it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner the young woman could whip up a savory dish of food for herself, her pack mates, or her friends. Providing them a perfect meal or snack was her way of showing she cared. It was a small gesture. Some might even consider it pointless. Yet the young woman knew that a scrumptious meal could do wonders for the individual. Offering Matteo a bite to eat was her way of showing some of consideration and allow herself a bit of a distraction. Tobias and Tetradore being gone wasn't uncommon. They would go off on adventures or go on some sort of business deal. Always she was given word about this in advance or a note. The drawing and scribble Tobias left on Tetradore's desk made no sense at all. With Dorian no longer inquiring about the sort of cheese she would use for his sandwich she was content to begin the task, but the thought of her boys being gone just brought forward those concerns. Whenever she was anxious or frightened the young woman always reverted to a habit she developed as a child. It brought a false sense of comfort. Feeling his warm hand be placed gently over her own, she stopped and stared at his hands for a moment, listening quietly to his soft words. If she truly freed herself from her past then why would she be concerned about her Father returning for her? She saw him alive, with her very eyes. He was out there in the city. His scent faint, but it was there. His presence a simple reminder that the life she had here would be gone...she did not want to go back to how her life was. His words of further encouragement didn't provide her with a warm and fuzzy feeling. Instead it made her feel dread. There was someone she feared, and she feared that he would make his presence known. Whispering once more, she lifted her dial, blue-grey eyes darting left and right, as if he would suddenly appear just by mentioning him.

"He isn't dead you know...I saw him alive...I don't want my Father to take me back."

Leaving his side she was ready to prepare him the snack when he decided to proclaim she would be a Mother. Raven hardly considered at her younger age she would be married let alone have a child to call her own. Even discussing this matter with her mate when he was sane was difficult. Neither of them were willing to admit whether they wanted one or not. The two of them had no intention of hurting one another's feelings. When she and her spotted companion started their relationship she assumed he would not want children. After all he never brought it up before. He didn't ask for a child, but he didn't ask her not to have a child. The two of them danced around the idea. Both of them had thought of the pros and cons when it came to the two of them being parents. Raven knew she would be raising the child mostly by herself. Her mate would only be capable of dealing with it for so long. She could rely on the pack for further assistance, and God only knew she would need all the help she could get. The image of Tobias comforting a quiet child, or changing their diapers was not a vision she could conjure up. The man seemed so nonchalant informing her an earth-shattering statement. Although her shock was instantly replaced with annoyance when dare suggested that Tobias would not be the Father of her child. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she immediately shoved him. That playful shrug of his was answered with a very soft growl. Using his species as an excuse for saying such an audacious thing was no excuse in her book. There could be a way in which he could be forgiven. The lupine would be willing to learn a little bit more about this child he claimed she would have. A slow nod was given in agreement acknowledging that some things should be kept as a surprise. A small smile crept on her face at the mention this child of hers would be a leader, but she was curious as to how he would be gifted in more ways than one.

"I agree sometimes it's better to be surprised, but I am happy to hear our child will be gifted. It is no surprise the child will be a leader though. Tobias thinks he is in charge, and I was born from an Alpha couple."

It would be quite shocking if others within the Were community learned she came from Alpha parents. Any child that came from an Alpha had the natural abilities of being a strong leader. They were extremely dominant creatures. Hardly showing their fear in front of others. No one would have seen her capable of being an Alpha. That dominant nature of hers was practically beaten out of her to the point where it seemed it hardly existed. Although there were brief moments when she would be dominant. There were a few Alpha attributes she still had that were not beaten out of her such has caring for others, and keeping those she loved protected. Moving towards the sink she would wash her hands. The refrigerator door's would slowly open. Remember where everything was she would telekinetically grab the ingredients that she needed. Once she was done drying her hands she would move over towards a cabinet, pulling a loaf of bread out, and grab a knife from a nearby drawer. Taking two pieces of bread she would head over towards the counter where she laid her ingredients down. Taking the butter she would spread it on either side of the bread, and then place one of the slice of bread on the pan. Turning the stove on she would grab the different sorts of cheeses and place them together and then onto the slice of bread that was on the pan. Placing the other bread on it she'd turn the stove on, starting at the food for a moment as she let It cook. She would stand there silent for a moment pondering more on the idea of this child. Turning around to face the Fae she would lean against the counter with her arms folded. The pan behind her would rise as she tossed the sandwich behind her. Hearing the thud of the sandwich land in the pan she would set it back down. With some hesitation she gave the Fae another set of questions.

"Will I be a good Mother? I won't...I won't be like them will I? I don't want to hurt my child. And Tobias...I know it would be a big change, and I know I'd be asking a lot from him. Would he be a good Father to the best of his abilities? Would he even be happy, he isn't one that likes to share. Will the child...will the child have my affliction? Would my other half be accepting of the child?'

There were so many other questions that she had for him, but she understood he wouldn't be able to answer them all. Her attention would go back to the sandwich. This time her hand would touch the handle and she'd lift the pan up and flip the sandwich pleased to see the bread had turned into the perfect golden brown. A plate would pop out of a cabinet across from her and expertly fly straight into her hand. Letting the sandwich slide out from the pan she would set the pan down, turn off the stove, and walk over to Matteo placing the plate in front him. Quite satisfied with her handiwork. Blue-grey eyes watching him carefully, curious to see if he didn't believe she could prepare something well. Creating a grilled cheese sandwich wasn't that difficult, she knew this, and if he didn't like it she was eager to prepare him an elaborate meal â€" in better circumstances.

Raven Clocksworth.