AvaI cooked pizza for us all, using a dough that had been frozen before. The boys love adding their own toppings to their mini pizzas as I try to smooth out the cheese and passata without moving their creative masterpieces.. Lou’s pizza is a mess, piled high with toppings but she winks at me. I smile back, feeling, in many ways, that my life has settled so quickly back to something normal. As though I can almost forget the last few days. But Lou is pale and her movements are slow. Pretty soon I’ll suggest she goes back to Anton’s to get some rest. I don’t want her to exhaust herself, but I know how much she needed to see the boys. I feel that, deep in my bones. That need to really know that they’re alright. There’s a knock at the door and I wipe my hands down on a kitchen towel. There’s flour on my shirt and I don’t care. I’m too eager to get the door.It’s Kylar. It has to be Kylar, he’s come back and finally, I’ll have the chance to speak to him. To tell him that I’m sorry. I’v
It’s strange, but also weirdly comforting to have all four of the boys in the house. They’re excitable, swapping pyjama’s and showing off their favourite soft toys as they go to bed. I pulled two camping mattresses from the garage and Josh pumped them up. They’re in between my own son’s and they’re giggling as we leave the door ajar. Josh and I ended up taking turns sitting on the top step in the corridor, reminding the children to keep it down. Whenever it’s Josh’s turn, I’m stood at the front door. Looking out at the village path as it leads away. There’s no sign of Kylar. I go back, setting out blankets and pillows on the couch. Making up a bed for Josh. Josh makes a slow way downstairs, careful where they creak. Down in the living space he gives me a thumbs up. ‘They’re asleep,’ he smiles and I smile back. But it’s getting late, and I’m worried that Kylar hasn’t made an appearance.‘You alright?’ He asks and I nod.‘I was just hoping to speak to Kylar,’ I admit and Josh le
In the end, I follow my instincts. I run, pale blue sneakers throwing up the dry dirt from beneath the woodland path. I follow the route we once walked together. Heart pumping far harder than the jog should make it. I’m excited, but after our encounter this morning, more terrified than ever. I weave through the trees, away from the village. Feeling guilt with every step, that I’m out of sight of my children, again. There’s nothing I want more right now, than to be with my family. Kylar is part of that. I need him. I want him around. I can hear the flight of birds taking off as I startle them, and the distant sound of water lapping against the shore. A ripple that gets louder as I approach the beach against the lake. He’s standing there, like a shadow on the sand as he looks out over still water. It’s another hot day, the air is still and almost lifeless. It’s an oppressive heat and I can feel it over my body. A heat I can’t escape.Kylar glances back at me, still glaring.‘I said th
Kylar and I walk back through the forest, hand in hand. The world feels brighter, as though the weight has been lifted off my shoulders. The birds flit from tree to tree and we pause at the edge of the village. I look up at him, smiling quietly as he bends down to press a kiss to my lips.‘I’ll see you tonight?’‘Tonight,’ I agree, ‘the boys will want to see you…’ I bite my bottom lip, ‘I want to tell the, who you are,’ I suggest quietly,but maybe in a few days? I just want to get back to normal. Is that alright with you?’‘I want them to know,’ he moves around me resting his hands on my hips as he pulls me against his body, ‘but I can wait, Ava. I can be patient. This has to be done at the right time, I understand that.’‘Thank you…’ I smile again, moving onto my toes to press a kiss to his cheek. Being so close to Kylar makes me feel dizzy. Overwhelmed by the scent of him. Seren is purring, almost everything is right with out world once more. There’s just the forthcoming discuss
We spent an afternoon visiting what had been an empty house a few doors away. It was already clean and ready to go for Josh and his twins. It’s nearly identical to our own house, but Kayce and Rowan were obsessed with exploring every part of it with their cousins. Twice, I had to laugh at Josh because he mistook my son’s for his own. It’s scary how much they all look alike. I couldn’t laugh hard, because I know it’s a mistake I’m doomed to make myself. Maybe spending a lot of time together isn’t going to be such a good thing, if both sets of twins become a gang of cheeky, sugar fueled troublemakers. We cooked over in the holiday cottage, helping the boys from Silver Stream settle in.Then it was with great reluctance that I tried to pry Kayce and Rowan back home. In the end, there were far too many tears and Josh caved. Offering to have all four of the boys for the night. I looked between him, and the four sets of identical eyes, pleading with me, before I groaned. With them so r
Kylar’s movements are deft and confident as he unfastens the buckle of his belt, letting it fall away. His pants are down the strong muscles in his legs, pooling on the floor as he steps out of them. Someday, I have to tell him how much I love seeing him barefoot. I didn’t think I had a weird obsession with it, but I love how he’s already lost his socks. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me and my heart gives rapid little pumps of excitement. I stand beneath the waterfall, body hot, adrenaline still coursing through my veins. My mouth is dry, but my hair is slicked back from my face. I can see myself in the mirror behind his shoulder and I gulp.My eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen him as he advances, his erection jutting out from his body. He’s hard and ready as he steps behind the shower screen. He hasn’t said a word and I look up at him, breathless, tongue tied. He advances and I backway, pushed by the force of his Alpha presence. Like the weight of a waterfall bearing down on me
I feel complete in a way I find hard to explain. I stretch out on the bed, marvelling at the man before me. As though I could luxuriate in the view of him all night. I smile to myself, rueful. That really isn’t an option. Not with the twins due home after their movie night. I bit my bottom lip as he moves over me.I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck. I can hear his thoughts in my mind. They’re down right dirty enough to make me blush again. I’m giggling, because I’m happy. Strangely, deliriously happy to have been claimed by Kylar.You don’t think we have time to make love again? He teases me with his thoughts as he bends to kiss me again. Grazing his lips over mine in a gentle caress. Maybe my body temperature is still spiking from the hot water, but he makes me feel so effortlessly dizzy. I reach out with my own thoughts, closing my eyes. Enjoying the touch of his kiss against the side of my neck. Hyper aware of the sensitive patch of skin on my neck, where his mark will c
I knew that the Village was going to get busy with the imminent trials of the Rogue’s. So, although I had a month of shifts to fit in at the Western Hospital, I rearranged my shifts to drag them out. It’s going to take me the better part of Autumn to finish my residency, but it’s worth it.This way, I’m also never away from my boys for more than one night at a time, something I’ve struggled with. Even knowing that Kylar is staying in our little house. I’m still caught with a thread of fear whenever I step out the door and leave them behind, with their Father. I introduced them to Kylar, properly as my boyfriend. They were over dramatic, playful, grossed out and found the idea that I had a special friend hilarious. Then Rowan wrapped his arms around me, possessive and wouldn’t let go. Until his brother started picking up his toys and he didn't want to share his latest tyrannosaurus rex.Yet once I had explained that Kylar really was their Father, the boys stared at him. I shared a