“I don’t know about that. Everybody seems to know you.” Maybe not the entire den, but he was well loved around here.
“I’m glad that the kids have so many people around them.” His words surprised me.
“Are you getting all sentimental on me?” I shoulder bumped him.
“Yeah. Just reminded me of my grandparents being so far away.” They had moved not too long before I arrived. They were loving their new life, and he was happy for them, but I didn’t blame him for missing them. If anyone here moved, I’d feel their loss, and these were his close family.
The kids found some playmates and somehow the lot of them convinced Sampson that it was bubble time. We had a bubble blower, but that wasn’t what they wanted. They wanted Sampson blowing huge bubbles with random bubble wands he’d made out of everything from old hangers to a broken butterfly net.
I rested back, leaning against my mate’s chest, his arms around me, watching them chase after the bubbles. It wasn’t just the little kids either, the big kids loved it too.
“I never thought this would be my life.” I tilted my head up and kissed his chin. “Thank you for being patient with me.”
“I could say the same exact thing to you.” He kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Ford.”
“I love you, Zack.”
Indy called for his father, and after giving me a quick kiss, Zack ran to join them in the bubble fest.
I looked around seeing this huge flight I’d found for myself. They weren’t dragons. They weren’t officially one group. But they were my flight. My family. My home.
What more could a dragon ask for?
The alpha upstairs is tall, dark, and handsome. He’s also a widowed single father. I should stay away. I can’t.
Moving to a new city is expensive. I know that, but when places started asking for first month’s rent, last month’s rent, a deposit, and a pet fee, my hopes of an apartment of my own vanish. I’m about to sign a sublease with fice strangers when I get a call from my real estate agent. They found the perfect place and well within budget. I sign sight unseen.
I arrive expecting it to be falling apart or in a sketchy neighborhood. It’s neither, but the residents are rude.
Some sniff me and turn up their noses.
Others refuse to say hi.
A few even go out of their way to avoid me.
The only person nice to me is an eight year old girl who absolutely adores my cat Rosey. When her father comes looking for her, it’s love at first sight except that only exists in fairy tales, but the sexy alpha checks off every box. Too bad he can’t get away from me fast enough.
