“Figured it went with your whole vibe,” I shrug, smirking right back.
She throws me onto the bed with a force that only a werewolf could muster, the petals fluttering around us in a frenzy. "It’s perfect," she declares, kicking a leg over to straddle my waist. Her hair falls around my face as she leans down, dark eyes blazing with heat and affection and all the things I always wanted, but once thought I’d never get from her.
Her lips claim mine again, and it feels like sealing the moment, encapsulating it as a memory we’ll never forget. I wrap my arms around her and lose myself in it, cheesy candles and petals and all.
When we break apart to come up for air, Blair sits back and looks at me with so much adoration that it’s my turn to get choked up. I’ve wanted this for so long that it almost doesn’t feel real. It feels like I’m dreaming.
Only dreams don't usually get me quite this hard, this fast.
We crash together again, clothes coming off in a frenzy as we tangle in the sheets and each other. It’s a fight for who gets to be on top as we roll across the mattress, punctuated with laughter, desire, a little bit of her teeth and a lot of my hands.
“Mate,” she whispers against my lips, that single word spoken with so much reverence that my heart swells.
“Mate,” I say back, smiling against her mouth.I like the sound of that.
Blair
It only took half an hour, two epic tantrums, and one strategic applesauce bribe, but little Dylan isfinallydown for his nap. I lean my head against the nursery door with a deep, exhausted sigh, listening to the glorious silence within for another minute before slowly backing away and tiptoeing down the stairs. Hopefully he’s out for at least an hour.
As much as I love the kid, I need a break from his wild energy. Caleb says he’s a lot like his namesake in that way, which warms my heart almost as much as when Matty suggested that we call our son Dylan. Some men might be jealous or threatened by keeping the memory of my lost mate alive like that, but not my Matty. He’s taught me to honor the past rather than running from it. That it’s the only way to truly move forward.
I shove a wayward lock of hair behind my ear as I move through the small house in Matty and I bought when I got pregnant, making my way to the living room and flopping down beside him on the couch. He looks up from his laptop and grins at me like I’m the best thing in the world, and damnit if that look on his face doesn’t melt my heart every time.
“Finally got him down?” Matty asks, a little too smug for someone who spent the last thirty minutes pretending to be productive while I was in the trenches.
“Yeah,” I sigh, pressing my cheek to his shoulder. “It only took half my sanity and most of my dignity.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, a laugh rumbling in his chest. “Sounds like our son.”
“No kidding,” I snort. “He’s a wild little wolf.”
Matty blows out a breath as he sets his laptop aside, slinging an arm over my shoulders. “Well, jury’s still out on that.”
I pause, thinking about the wild little creature that we’ve somehow managed to keep alive and thriving for almost two years. “If that tantrum is any indication, I’d say yes.”
Matty chuckles, but I catch a hint of worry in his pretty blue eyes. It's that look he gets when he's trying to hide something.
“Spill it, Matthews,” I probe, poking him in the ribs with a finger. “What's on your mind?”
He heaves a resigned sigh, stroking a hand through my hair absently. “I just feel like... like I can’t be the father he deserves. Dads are supposed to teach their sons everything they know, and if he winds up having a wolf…” he trails off, shaking his head. “I won’t be able to teach him how to shift.”
Oh, Matty.Sometimes I forget he’s always thinking ten steps ahead, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Then again, that’s part of what makes him who he is; part of why I fell so hard for him in the first place.
I shift to face him, studying those ocean-blue eyes. “Maybe not, but you can teach him how to be a man, and that’s more important.”
He arches a brow. “You think so?”
“I know so,” I say confidently, dipping my chin in a nod. “Because you’re thebestkind of man, Isaac Matthews. The best one I know.”
His frown turns into a heart-stopping smile that has me climbing onto his lap, my arms circling his neck. I love how sweet he is, how thoughtful and considerate in everything he does. I kiss him, long and deep, and when I pull back, his eyes are brighter, all the doubts that were clouding them gone.
“Thanks, Blair,” he rasps, resting his forehead against mine. “I needed to hear that.”
I press my chest tighter to his, letting his warmth wrap around me. My world feels complete in moments like these, the past all but forgotten in the light of everything we’ve built together. “I love you, Matty,” I whisper.
“Love you more,” he murmurs.
“You know, I’m pretty sure I’m the luckiest girl alive,” I muse as I pull back to look at him, lips curving into a smug smirk. “Cozy house, cute kid, handsome husband who makes me coffee in the mornings…”
