grandchildren one day you know.”
“Well then I suggest you tell your son to keep his paws to himself and neither of you will have to worry about his so called boys.”
Without saying another word Alasdair gave me one last hug and we drove off. Sam didn’t say anything about Travis when we got home and neither did I. I figured when she was ready she would spill.
MATE?
The next morning we are all dragging ass. Good thing we planned the barbeque on a Saturday. Sunday happens to be the only day we don’t work. So we actually got to sleep in a little longer. Only problem is, after waking up for two years straight at 5 am in the morning, it becomes very hard to sleep much past that. It was seven in the morning and we were all in the kitchen drinking coffee and eating pancakes.
“Can you believe that asshole last night?” I asked Sam.
“So, I guess this means you don’t w ant him staying here then?” asked Sam.
“I don’t want him here if he’s mean to Aunt Jessi,” says Mathew.
I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks little man.” Mathew smiled and turned red. It’s always so cute when he blushes from me kissing him.
“If Aunt Jessi didn’t already kick him in the balls I would hav e,” says Mathew while puffing out his chest. Sam and I burst out laughing at Mathews bravado.
“My brave little boy,” says Sam beaming.
“I know little man. We stick together right?” I say.
“Right,” says Mathew and high fives me. Sam just laughed at us as we talked about who to kick in the balls next.
After breakfast Mathew ran off to his game room to go play. Sam and I stayed behind to finish talking and cleaning up.
“Well Jess, what if what Alasdair said was right? Maybe he did catch your scent and loose his head. You said it yourself that you kept smelling vanilla off and on all night,” said Sam.
“Yeah but that would mean Nic is my mate and we both know according to the prophecy my mate is the Oh Mighty King Nikolaos and Nic damn sure ain’t no Nikolaos.”
“ Yeah but didn’t the prophecy say something about three possible mates?” asked Sam.
“Yes, but I’m not sure if that was me having three mates or Nikolaos having three mates. Hell it could mean my mother has three mates for all I know. I’m not sure exactly what it means.”
Sam leaned further over the table, smiled and said, “yeah but it could damn sure solve your breading problems with Nikolaos if you actually did have three mates.”
“How in the hell is that going to help me?”
“Just think about it. You could mate with Nic and you wouldn’t have to be a breeding mare for some damn prophecy,” she said with excitement.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I wouldn’t touch that.” I did not get to finish my sentence because in the middle of my rant Sam turned white as a sheet.
“He’s right behind me isn’t he?” I asked Sam and she just nodded.
I turned around slowly to look at the topic of our conversation. Nic himself, standing here in our kitchen. Just fucking lovely. This is all I need. My one day a week to catch up with my friend and relax and the asshole himself has to show up and ruin it. Hasn’t he ruined enough? I guess last night was not enough for him. He had to come fuck up my Sunday as well.
At the barbeque I didn’t really get the chance to look him over and by the time he showed up it was dark. But, standing here in our kitchen I got a really good look at him. One thing Sam was right about, the man damn sure i s fine. Fine’s not really the best word to describe him. The man is nothing less than pure profection, absolutely beautiful. He really was created by the gods, I mused. He is about six foot four inches, maybe six five. Black hair, kept a little long on the top and cut short around the sides. Even standing here, he kept reaching up and sweeping his bangs out of his eyes. His clothes fit his muscular body like a glove. He wore dark wash jeans hanging loose off his hips
“Well then I suggest you tell your son to keep his paws to himself and neither of you will have to worry about his so called boys.”
Without saying another word Alasdair gave me one last hug and we drove off. Sam didn’t say anything about Travis when we got home and neither did I. I figured when she was ready she would spill.
MATE?
The next morning we are all dragging ass. Good thing we planned the barbeque on a Saturday. Sunday happens to be the only day we don’t work. So we actually got to sleep in a little longer. Only problem is, after waking up for two years straight at 5 am in the morning, it becomes very hard to sleep much past that. It was seven in the morning and we were all in the kitchen drinking coffee and eating pancakes.
“Can you believe that asshole last night?” I asked Sam.
“So, I guess this means you don’t w ant him staying here then?” asked Sam.
“I don’t want him here if he’s mean to Aunt Jessi,” says Mathew.
I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks little man.” Mathew smiled and turned red. It’s always so cute when he blushes from me kissing him.
“If Aunt Jessi didn’t already kick him in the balls I would hav e,” says Mathew while puffing out his chest. Sam and I burst out laughing at Mathews bravado.
“My brave little boy,” says Sam beaming.
“I know little man. We stick together right?” I say.
“Right,” says Mathew and high fives me. Sam just laughed at us as we talked about who to kick in the balls next.
After breakfast Mathew ran off to his game room to go play. Sam and I stayed behind to finish talking and cleaning up.
“Well Jess, what if what Alasdair said was right? Maybe he did catch your scent and loose his head. You said it yourself that you kept smelling vanilla off and on all night,” said Sam.
“Yeah but that would mean Nic is my mate and we both know according to the prophecy my mate is the Oh Mighty King Nikolaos and Nic damn sure ain’t no Nikolaos.”
“ Yeah but didn’t the prophecy say something about three possible mates?” asked Sam.
“Yes, but I’m not sure if that was me having three mates or Nikolaos having three mates. Hell it could mean my mother has three mates for all I know. I’m not sure exactly what it means.”
Sam leaned further over the table, smiled and said, “yeah but it could damn sure solve your breading problems with Nikolaos if you actually did have three mates.”
“How in the hell is that going to help me?”
“Just think about it. You could mate with Nic and you wouldn’t have to be a breeding mare for some damn prophecy,” she said with excitement.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I wouldn’t touch that.” I did not get to finish my sentence because in the middle of my rant Sam turned white as a sheet.
“He’s right behind me isn’t he?” I asked Sam and she just nodded.
I turned around slowly to look at the topic of our conversation. Nic himself, standing here in our kitchen. Just fucking lovely. This is all I need. My one day a week to catch up with my friend and relax and the asshole himself has to show up and ruin it. Hasn’t he ruined enough? I guess last night was not enough for him. He had to come fuck up my Sunday as well.
At the barbeque I didn’t really get the chance to look him over and by the time he showed up it was dark. But, standing here in our kitchen I got a really good look at him. One thing Sam was right about, the man damn sure i s fine. Fine’s not really the best word to describe him. The man is nothing less than pure profection, absolutely beautiful. He really was created by the gods, I mused. He is about six foot four inches, maybe six five. Black hair, kept a little long on the top and cut short around the sides. Even standing here, he kept reaching up and sweeping his bangs out of his eyes. His clothes fit his muscular body like a glove. He wore dark wash jeans hanging loose off his hips
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