Wes toyed with his shirt. "What about you? If you're here and miserable, then I won't be happy either."
Marcellus kissed him gently. Their lips lingered and the heat that he always felt grew as he tasted his omega's lips.
"I'm happy wherever you are," Marcellus said truthfully. "I've waited for you for so long that I can't be anything but happy now that I'm your mate and you're mine."
"Thank you," Wes placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for believing in me and supporting me. I know you had other plans, but the fact that you're willing to wait for me." He squeezed his hand. "That means the world to me."
Marcellus smiled softly. He was still a bit conflicted about it, but he couldn't tell Wes no. Especially when he made those sad eyes at him. Instead, he patted Wes’ side.
"Should I order in?"
Wes shook his head. "I'll go and make us some dinner, and then I want to get some painting done." He stood up and trailed his hands through Cellus' hair. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Marcellus slapped his mate’s butt on the way out of the room, and Wes squeaked in response. He smiled after his mate. When he was out of sight, however, the smile faltered. It looked like he wouldn't be going anywhere soon. He needed to at least let his brothers know.
He took out his phone and walked outside for some privacy. Malek was the first name on his list from calling him a few days ago. He hit his name and the phone rang a few times before Malek picked up.
"Hey."
"Hey," Marcellus responded. "I have some news."
"Wes is pregnant."
Marcellus snorted. "No, idiot. Not yet anyway. I like that you just assumed that was why I'm calling."
"Are you forgetting that I know you? I'm sure you two are screwing like bunnies. It's only a matter of time."
"Shut. Up." Marcellus massaged his brows. "No, I'm calling to say that I'll be staying here for a while longer. Wes doesn't want to leave."
"Oh." Malek was quiet for a minute. "And you're okay with that?"
"No. Not really." Marcellus shrugged. "But I don't want to tear him away from his life. He's finally doing well with his art here, and he doesn't want to leave."
"You're not okay with it."
"No, I'm not." He sighed. "Not really. I want to come home and be with everyone there, but I can't upset my mate. He was so down about it."
"Then all you can do is be supportive and wait it out. It might be different from what you wanted, but hey, maybe it'll turn out for the best. Just be there for him."
Marcellus nodded. "I will. Thanks, bro."
Malek was right. Maybe it wasn't what he had expected, but it wouldn't be so bad. He relaxed a little more and accepted his fate. They were staying in Paris, and he was okay with that for the time being.
Eleven
Wes
"And everything's set?" Wes whispered into the phone. "I want to tell him as soon as he wakes up."
Jean-Luc chuckled. "Yes, everything's ready. All you have to do is call that number, and my driver will pick you guys up. The jet is already prepped and ready to go."
Wes grinned. "I'm so excited! Thank you so much for this, Luc."
"I would do anything for Marcellus, and since he loves you, I would do anything for you now." He chuckled. "I'm sure he's going to love your surprise, and I'm happy I could help. Have fun!"
The call ended and Wes did a little dance in the hallway. They were really going to a private little isle in Brittany. It was the perfect spot for some peace and quiet, and another surprise that he had waiting for Marcellus. Wes walked into the bedroom to find Cellus rubbing his face sleepily.
