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I let my eyelids flutter closed. It doesn’t matter that I’ve done almost nothing but sleep for the last day or two, I’m warm and my mate is with me. I can ignore the rumbling my stomach is starting to do, for a little longer at least.
My eyes pop open again. “Wait! I’m supposed to help Silas make gingerbread men today!”
“Relax,” Adrian says. “He already made them while you were gone.”
“He did?” I’m a tiny bit disappointed that he didn’t wait for me to make them, but mostly I’m pleased that one of my favorite seasonal snacks already exists in the house.
“He wanted to practice so he could get them just right. Turns out he didn’t need much practice.”
I smile. “That’s so sweet.”
And I know they’ll taste amazing. Silas started trying out different recipes when I came into their lives, and everything he makes now is delicious. They were eating nothing but meat on top of meat before. It was insane. Even shifters need more than protein in their diets.
Now, Carter has discovered he likes carrots, we’re having well balanced meals most of the time, and Adrian … Well, Adrian makes himself a bacon sandwich most days between lunch and dinner because he admits he hasn’t gotten used to the change yet. The only dinner he really seems to enjoy is the Sunday roast Silas slaves over once a week.
“I’ll go bring you some,” he tells me, kissing my shoulder before he gets up.
I open my mouth to protest and then he tucks the sheets in around me. All I can do at that point is laugh. He really wants me to rest, or he really wants to keep me to himself for a little longer. I decide to keep him happy. It’s not going to kill me to stay in bed.
I sit up and get comfy before I check on my phone.
No missed calls. Thank Freya.
I don’t think I could deal with my mom calling again so soon.
Unplugging my fully charged cell from the charger, I check the time in the corner of the screen.
“There’s no way that’s the actual time,” I murmur, glancing up at the closed bedroom door.
It’s almost five P.M.! I’ve slept so much I shouldn’t need to get into bed again until the new year.
I set my phone back down on the nightstand as the door opens and Adrian reappears with a plate and a bottle of water under his arm. He also has a cookie in his mouth, which he absolutely can’t explain. I pick my phone back up and take a picture.
He sets the plate down and bites the head off the cookie that was hanging out of his mouth.
“I think I should frame this one,” I tell him, making him shake his head.
“You should thank me,” he says. “I saved him from flying off the plate.”
“I’m sure he appreciates that now that his head is in your stomach.”
He shrugs, nudging the plate closer to me.
The gingerbread smells incredible, and I can see Silas made an assortment of wolves and men, decorated with red and white frosting.
“One will be more than enough,” I tell Adrian. “But thanks for bringing me breakfast in bed.”
I pick up a wolf, partly because it’s cute and partly because the wolves are slightly smaller than the men. I’m hungry, but I don’t want to stuff myself right before Silas makes dinner.
“Anytime,” Adrian tells me, setting the bottles of water down on my nightstand.
He sits on the edge of the bed while he finishes his cookie.
“Mmm,” I murmur. It tastes as good as it smells.
Silas outdid himself. They taste even better than the luxury store-bought ones my parents always buy at this time of year, and those are like the most perfectly baked gingerbread cookies I’ve ever had in my mouth. Well, they used to be at least. Now there’s a new standard to live up to.
“I’m going to hit the shower,” Adrian says. “Clean up before dinner.”
