“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” I asked.
“No.”
“Do you want to move in with me and we can play in the sea every day?”
“No.”
“Do you love me?”
“No.”
Everyone laughed. No, was currently his favorite word.
“I’m going to trick you one of these days.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’ll see.”
“No.”
André’s brow lifted, challenging me. “I wasn’t aware you were looking for a fourth love?”
My brow arched right back at him. “I don’t see no ring on this finger.”
Alyce and Isis chuckled, looking up at the numbers flashing on the screen.
“Speaking of,” Hannes stepped closer behind me, leaning against my ear. “My mom asked again when she can start planning our royal wedding.”
I turned back to look at him as the elevator dinged. “Wedding? Hannes, I mated with you, your wolf, and your Beast?—”
“TMI,” Isis murmured but I ignored her.
“I bit you. I fell in love with you.AndI have your crescent moon on my skin for the entire world to see! What else do you want from me, my firstborn?”
I winked at Alyce while the others laughed.
“Well, yeah…” Hannes grumbled.
The moment we stepped off the elevator, little bear wiggled in my arms, eager to go into the house. I placed him down just as Dante opened the door and he ran into the apartment. Walking in after him, I gasped. My parents were sitting in the living room.
“Tesia!” the baby squealed when he saw my mom and lunged toward her.Blinkingout of the room,he suddenlyblinkedback soaring through the air toward her chest and barely giving her time to catch him.
“Oh, my goodness, baby Bjørn!” My mom gasped, gripping him tightly so he wouldn’t fall.
The baby’s contagious laughter echoed like bells through the living room—he thought it was hilarious to do that.
“Little bear thinks he can fly too.” Dad chuckled, reaching for his little head and kissing it.
Grinning, baby Bjørn wrapped his arms around her neck and squeezed her for several seconds, finally resting his head on her shoulder so she would give him love.
My heart grew two sizes every time he did that with my mom. For some reason, he always showed extra tenderness with her, and part of me believed it was because he’d inherited the love his father felt, for the woman who brought him back when he had lost his way.
Bjørn giving his life for Isis that day had been a true miracle because as it turned out, Isis was two months pregnant at the time.
He’d not only saved her life but his son’s as well.
Turning away from the others, I walked to the balcony, trying to hide the tears prickling my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered when I felt Isis stand beside me. “It’s not my intention to make you sad, especially not this weekend when you are finally home, and we are celebrating. I just miss him.”
She reached for my cheek, wiping the tear that scaped me, and when I looked at her, I found the same emotion in her eyes.
