Set up by a baby-orc (part 4)

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || sfw, meet-cute, soulmates

He’d been so busy with work he couldn’t see you again in many days, far more than he expected or wanted. Something inside of him urged him to you, urged him to get closer, to see you again. And he had to restrain himself not to look you up like a stalker so he could show up at your house and kiss you senseless until you had no idea what hit you and no doubt that he was the best mate in the world.

Not that he knew if that would be true, he didn’t even know if humans felt mate-bonds at all. They said humans didn’t, but at the end of the day, there was a ton of things magic didn’t explain and he was certain he saw some recognition in your eyes the first time you met.

But now, walking his nephew back to kindergarten, his spiraling thoughts were far from his mind. The only thought he could process what that he was seeing you again. He had to remind himself there was a baby orc in the backseat and he couldn’t speed like he wanted. He was a responsible orc after all… (even though everyone knew that was a lie).

He hauled his nephew over his shoulder like he liked, making the baby orc laugh so loudly and joyously that his heart felt a bit lighter. He wanted to run to the door, run to you… But he knew he needed to be more normal, he needed to contain his excitement so he wouldn’t scare you away.

But the moment he saw you there, looking as gorgeous as every single dream he had about you. He couldn’t stop the big smile on his lips even if he wanted to. “We meet again,” his voice dropped lower than expected, but it was worth it when he saw you shivering slightly.

You looked so tired he wanted to grab you and hold you close until you were fast asleep in his arms. He wanted to cuddle you and make sure you got all the rest you needed. You wouldn’t need to do a single thing, he would prepare food, massage your feet… Anything you wanted as long as he could be close to you.

“I- You- Hellmorning,” you let out, your cheeks turning the prettiest shade of pink and making him want to coo at you. You were so adorable he was about to burst with joy just having you in front of him. “Hello. Good morning. Yes. That’s- That’s what I wanted to say. And then I mixed them up and... I- I’m rambling. Sorry. Morning. I’ll take your nephew in,” your rambling made his chest felt tight and warm, his urge to kiss you so hard he had to press his nails against his palms until the pain calmed him enough to realize she was walking away.

Oh, hell no.

“Hey! Wait!” You turned around and his heart skipped a beat. “My name is Unax,” he finally introduced himself, extending a hand in your direction and trying to breathe through his mouth so he wouldn’t go crazy about how fucking marvelous you smelled.

But nothing could have prepared him for the moment your fingers touched his. It was earth-shattering, it was life-altering. It was everything he needed and so much more. All the stories he’d heard about mates meeting, touching for the first time… it all felt little to express how good it felt to touch his mate for the first time.

And then the baby naga appeared and took his mate away, leaving him standing there like a stupid love-struck orc. “Sorry, I have to…” You said before disappearing in the class. His smile was so big it was starting to hurt his cheeks, but he couldn’t care less.

“I’ll see you later,” he mumbled, turning around and almost running away before he did something he’d regret. Like throwing you over his shoulder and into his truck so he could spend some time together… alone.

You didn’t say your name back, but it didn’t matter, because your nephew was so in love with you, he already told him. But most important, he had the whole day free, so he could go pick his nephew at the end of the school day… he could see you again in a few hours.

He needed to prepare. He wanted to make an impression, he needed to make an impression.

So he ran to the store, thinking about what kind of things a kindergarten teacher could like, what his mate could like. Everything seemed like too much. A cake? Good, but probably weird. A bucket of flowers? Too serious. Jewelry? Every worse. He should have thought about it before going to the store...

He ended up buying a potted plant. That was good, right?