Her, a little voice in my head said,she’s the one.
Noa - 3 weeks
“Ugh, this stupid thing,” I grumbled as I hit the edge of my boot on the doorjamb while moving through.
“I thought I said to keep your ass on your chair,” Caymen grumbled, coming over to take the package from my hands.
“I needed to get this before it melted.”
“What is it, food?”
“Chocolate. Trust me, you don’t want to be around me right now without chocolate,” I warned him.
“Not touching that,” he said, holding up his hands and backing away, but shooting me a grin. “Go sit with your heating pad and if there’s something you need picked up, I’ll go. You’ve been on that ankle too much today.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I grumbled. But I was smiling as I turned around and went back to my chair.
Caymen was equal parts willing to let me handle shit if I wanted to… and protecting me from doing too much by handling things for me. It was a balance I was really enjoying. Especially when I had cramps and my shorts were biting into my stomach thanks to bloating. I just wanted to sit with my heating pad, eat my chocolate, and watch my movie as he continued working on installing the new windows.
We’d only been back at my place periodically, and never to stay over. It wasn’t possible when the windows were busted and the humidity stayed damn near ninety percent all day, every day.
So the first time we came back was just to clean up the glass and junk anything that had been shot up. Then we came back to measure for and order new windows.
And, today, finally, it was install day.
That meant we were this close to finally being able to be alone in our own space.
Don’t get me wrong; I loved the clubhouse. I enjoyed the company of the guys, and getting to know the girls. I loved feeding the tortoise and listening to Mackie the macaw curse out people all day. And, more than anything, I, of course, adored being able to eat Eddie’s food.
That said, the parties were frequent, and after one or two, I kind of had my fill. There was always a wait for the bathrooms. And, well, I was acutely aware that if I could hear other people having sex, then they could hear us.
I was looking forward to being alone together, to being as loud as I wanted to, and to never having to do a pee dance because someone was taking a suspiciously long shower.
I was still a solid three weeks out from being able to take my boot off, so I wasn’t going back to work yet, but I wanted to be close to my computer (well, my new one since the old one took a bullet for me) to be able to keep in contact with past or potential future clients, keep track of my books, doing various kinds of research.
I loved being lazy with Caymen. But I think both of us were itching to have something else to do with our days other than eating, having sex, watching movies, and sleeping.
Once the windows were in, we had an appointment set up with Booker to get my place locked down tight with security.
Then afterthatwe were having dinner with my dad.
We were making plans.
For the future.
Like a normal couple who didn’t meet during an escape from police custody while trying to investigate a heistandbeing stalked by a psycho ex-family member.
Crazy as it was, I wouldn’t trade our story for a normal one. It gave us something to tell the grandkids.
Yeah, I was even looking that far ahead.
It hadn’t originally been in my five-year plan. But now that I had Caymen in my life, I figured I might have to move some things around.
After seeing Caymen with his brother and then all the various different club kids, I could absolutely picture him as a father. He could play rough and tough but also show a surprisingly vulnerable side when one of the kids was upset or feeling left out when the other kids weren’t playing fair. He once scooped up one of the little girls in a cute princess dress and told her silly jokes until she forgot all about why she was crying.
I wanted to see that with our own baby one day.
But we weren’t going to have a litter like some of the other club members. One, max two. That would be plenty for me.
