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“Of course I’m upset; I carried and birthed them, only for them to come out looking like you! And now my little womb renter spits out dadda first.” I tell him, and Axton chuckles.
He looks down at Bane. “You better spit out, Momma, real soon, you’ve just put Dadda back in the doghouse, and I had barely got out of it!” He tells Bane, who just blows spit bubbles back at him. Axton lies back down and rubs his belly.
“So, about moving to the city?” He questions.
“I’ll speak to the women and try to convince them.”
“You could just order them.” Axton retorts, and I shake my head, not wanting to force anyone’s hand. I am about to tell him as much when a knock sounds on the door. Axton looks over his shoulder when the door pushes open, and Marco steps inside my room. Axton sits up, and his shoulders drop.
“You’re making me go back to the city.” Marco smiles sadly.
“I haven’t had approval for restrictions to be lifted, although your breach is being removed on compassionate grounds until Elena can appeal to the council again. I’ve spoken to my superior, and he said no action will be taken, but until officially it is lifted, you need to return back to the city, so Osiris doesn’t file a complaint.”
“And Derrick?”
“Being transferred to the council as we speak. But unfortunately, I do need to return back to the city.” Axton looks at me and sighs.
“How long will it take before the restrictions are lifted?”
“If Elena does it first thing in the morning, I can have it done by tomorrow afternoon.” Axton nods his head, turning to look down at me.
“I’ll do it first thing in the morning when I wake up,” I assure him.
He kisses Bane’s little head, and Marco walks out, shutting the door behind him.
“Argh, I don’t want to go,” he growls, frustrated.
“I don’t want you to either, but it will be sorted tomorrow,” I tell him, tucking the blanket back around Bane. Looking up, Axton smiles, leaning down and kissing me.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips and mine part, allowing him to deepen it. His tongue brushes mine, and his hand grips the back of my neck, tugging me closer as he tangles his fingers in my hair.
I kiss him, the bond thrumming at his closeness and reveling in his touch, only for him to pull away. He presses his lips to my forehead, and he sighs.
“I will see you tomorrow?” I nod, and he gets up, moving to the crib where Kyan is sleeping.
“Want him with you or leave him in his crib?”
“No, bring him over. Hopefully, Bane will go back to sleep.” I tell him, and Axton leans in, retrieving him. He brings him over, laying him next to his brother. Bane instantly rolls into him, trying to eat his face before stealing Kyan’s binky. Axton chuckles, taking Bane’s and popping it in Kyan’s mouth before he wakes over his stolen pacifier.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Axton
As I leave the packhouse, I immediately notice Eli. He is waiting on the front porch, his hands hidden in his pockets. As soon as he hears me step out of the building, his eyes snap to me, and an odd look crosses his face.
“Woo-woo, Alpha,” he pulls his hands out of his pockets, raises them, and takes a step back. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes, which I’m sure is proof of what’s coming out of his mouth next. “I love purple. It really makes your eyes pop. And those cheekbones, man, you sure you’re not a model?” Eli snickers, staring at Elena’s unicorn pajamas I’m wearing. Yeah, I should’ve seen this coming.
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. My jaw is so tight that if I don’t relax soon, I’ll sport the worst headache known in history.
I don’t want to leave. My entire being is screaming at me to turn around and go back inside the packhouse. All I really want to do is close that massive door behind me and hide away, if only for a bit longer with Elena and the boys. But alas, Marco is already covering for me, and I don’t think he would appreciate me demanding more of him when his job is hard enough.
Eli nudges my side, so I look up at him. I expect another snide remark or a shit-eating grin, but I meet a serious facial expression. “They’ll be fine. I will be here, and Marco is coming back. Derrick is in the cells. No one is getting near them,” he assures me.
A loud breath leaves my lips as I glance at Marco. At that very moment, he nods toward his car. “I’ll be heading back here once I drop you off,” he assures me, and I press my lips in a line, looking back at the door.
The storm outside is already raging, but I’m sure it’s not nearly close to the full power of destruction it holds above our heads. My eyes scan the area, and soon, I notice that most of my men are stationed under the porches of the woman’s houses. They’re standing just inside the open barn doors, out of the rain.
The rain is pouring so violently that it looks like the skies have opened up to release a monsoon. My mind is overtaken by nothing and everything at the same time until I’m snapped back to reality by Marco, who hits the button on his key fob, making the lights blink on his maroon Mustang.
