We're nearing the end of this one. One more chapter after this one will conclude their story. Luckily that isn't the end yet. Special thanks to JazC and The Guild for their continuous feedback and support and Asylumseeker for his final editing skills. I won't let you wait too long and leave you all to the reading part.
Enjoy!!
Chapter Twelve : Rebuilding and More Introductions Are Made.
Chris held Mia close as they sat on his rooftop terrace. Both were contemplating the events that occurred yesterday. Everything had gone smoother than either had expected, apart from Mia's dad killing his own father. Though it was clear it was done as a last option, the battle of wills had clearly been between those two.
Richard's father was no match when it came to fighting his son. It almost felt like he gave the pack away, it was his sheer stubbornness that had gotten him killed. It was a sorry event, but in the end maybe for the best. Now they would not have to go through the process of evicting him from the pack lands and all other packs wouldn't have to put up with him and possibly have him recreate the situation he had left his own pack in.
Leisurely Chris' hands travelled up and down Mia's arms under the blanket he'd wrapped around the both of them.
"So when are you moving in?" he murmured close to her ear.
Shifting slightly, she turned to face him with a defiant look on her face.
Chris smiled. "I know you prefer your house, but admit it, isn't this view is a lot better? When you move in you can change whatever you want. I liked your house and what you did with it. Though we may have to invest in a better couch." He winked after he said those last words.
"My, my, aren't we confident about ourselves," she mocked him.
"Pretend all you want, you know you like it here. Just look around you. You'd give up all this?" he said as he motioned to their surroundings. "We're in the middle of town, yet we have all the privacy we want. It can be our little hideaway from the rest of the pack."
"Hideaway?"
"Yes, hideaway. Though I spend most of my time here during the week, I do have a separate house at the pack grounds. Nick lives in the main mansion, Ed and me each have a separate house not far from it. We can't stay away all the time, the pack needs us too," he explained.
"Ed usually stays at his flat at 'The Viper' and I'm mostly here during the week; we try to be at the compound at the weekends and we do meet often with Nick and the other Betas."
"So I'm not just moving in here, but in both places?" she asked, poking his chest.
"Yeah, but seeing we're mostly here I would figure moving in here would be the main priority."
"I can see the logic in that. Let me think on it for a bit," she said, turning around and cuddling close again.
"Not for too long, the offer only stands for a limited time."
"Oh, really now?"
"Hmm, twenty four hours then I'm moving in the mistress," he said in a serious tone, though the light shudder of his chest proved to her he was joking.
"Well, I can't have some floozy take over. Guess I'll have to move in ASAP then," she sighed dramatically, playing along.
"I'm glad you came to your senses; I'd have a hard time fending them off," he said with a smile.
"They better think twice, you're mine and you better not forget that."
"Just remind me often enough," Chris teased her in turn.
"I plan on doing that to the fullest once this little one is born," she said mysteriously.
"Little one? Just one? Can you already tell?" he asked surprisingly, his hands traveling south caressing her tummy.
"Hmm yeah I can, I didn't check for the gender, only how many and it's just one," she answered.
"Hmm he or she is going to be so spoiled and I'm gonna enjoy every single minute of it."
"I'm not so sure about that. I don't want a soiled little brat," she chided him.
"No child of mine will turn into a brat, I won't let it get that far," he said as he nuzzled her neck. "What do you say about us going over to your place and start moving some of your things over? If you want furniture moved we can sort that out next week, I've got a truck at work that will fit most if not all of it."
"That's a good idea. I certainly don't want those floozies having the wrong idea, now do we?" she joked.
He braided his hand at the back of her head as he turned her sideways. Bruising her lips with his own, he felt his blood rushing south, invigorating that very male part of his that had a mind of its own when it came to Mia.
I'm sure this feels convincing enough that those floozies won't stand a chance against you,
he mentally told her as he pressed her closer to him with his other hand, his arousal straining hard against his jeans and pressing against her backside.
Mia smiled against his lips. Breaking contact briefly she turned around straddling his lap, before she locked their lips back together.
I'll never get enough of this.
We have a lifetime to explore everything we want, my little druid.
