“I finished my last drawing for the room, I left it in my bedroom here, though,” He frowned.
My parents were staring between Emmett and Caspien.
Caspien knelt before Emmett, “That sounds great. Now we can choose some paint samples and colors out based on your drawings, okay?” Caspien ruffled his hair.
“My grandpa can help too. He helped me paint this room; he’s really good.”
“Perfect, we can get his expert opinion then,” Caspien smiled at Emmett and stood out, extending his hand to my dad, “I’m Caspien,”
“I-It’s great to meet you,” My dad found his voice grabbing his hand, but he still looked shocked.
“These are for you,” Caspien turned to my mom and handed her the bouquet.
“Wow, these are really lovely,” She smiled at them, “Thank you so much. My name is Heather, and that is Vincent,” She looked at my dad affectionately.
“It’s an honor to meet you both,” Caspien nodded at them.
“This is your-,” My dad pointed at him.
“Mate,” I smiled, “Yes.”
“Well then,”
“Would you like some coffee or anything?” My mom asked.
“Mom,” I shook my head, “Why don’t I make some coffee? You guys get settled.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude; I thought you had been here for a few hours,” Caspien explained.
“We hit a bit of traffic, and” My dad started.
“It was my fault. I forgot to pack one of the suitcases, so we had to turn back.”
“I was trying to cover for you.” He smiled at her.
“I can come back,” Caspien said, seeming unsure.
“Of course not; you’re family now. Stay.” My mom smiled up at him affectionately.
My dad grabbed the bags and headed to my room, where they would be staying.
“They can stay in the packhouse, or I can get them a hotel if they prefer?” Caspien asked me.
“Thank you, but this should be fine.”
“Do you guys want to go do something while we watch Emmett?” My mom asked as I handed her a mug of coffee.
“If you weren’t busy, I thought we could do something together,” Caspien suggested nonchalantly.
I squinted my eyes at him, and he looked away.
I promise no trips to the moon
I jumped a little, still not used to being able to mindlink him because we marked each other.
“What do you have in mind?” My dad asked, still a bit apprehensive, but I wasn’t sure if it he was still worried this would be a repeat of my last mate or because he was an Alpha Prince, the Alpha Prince. “Willa mentioned you liked baseball, and Emmett hasn’t been to a game, so I thought that might be fun.”
My dad looked at me with eyebrows raised.
“I would love that,” He said.
Of course, by going to a baseball game, we were in a box, Caspien insisted that they had them at every stadium, and it wasn’t being used so we were doing him a favor.
My dad was in his element, explaining everything to Emmett and pointing out different athletes he remembered.
Caspien frowned at the catered food, “I’ll be right back,”
My mom sidled up to me, “So,” I turned to her.
“Say it,”
“Your mate is Prince Dracos?” She shook her head, “I, just, wow.” She smiled, “He seems, well, he’s different than I thought.” I chewed my lip, nodding.
“Me too.”
Caspien returned with a tray of hot dogs, and someone wheeled in condiments behind him. Emmett and my dad joined us, and Emmett bounced up and down; I don’t think he actually ever had a hot dog before. “Willa made me try one, my first,” He added, “You guys eat them, right?”
“Sure,” My dad grabbed one, clapping Caspien on the back, “Thanks, son.” Caspien froze for a second and almost smiled before seeming to remember himself.
You’re allowed to smile
He narrowed his eyes at me
Stop reading my mind
I shrugged and grabbed a hot dog. Much to Caspiens dismay, Emmett doused his in relish and ate every bite of it. Caspien was staring at him the whole time with a mix of shock and awe on his face.
“Can I have another? The same way?” Emmett asked him, “Please.”
“Sure,” Caspien frowned as he covered his hot dog with green goo and passed it to him.
“Thank you,” Caspien nodded and took a bite of his.
“Are you my dad?”
“Uh,” Caspien almost choked, “Not well, if you want me to be, yes.”
“I do,” He nodded, “But I didn’t choose my mom; she chose me. I came from her, but I don’t remember that” He lowered his voice, “She might have told a lie,”
“Sometimes parents chose you, and sometimes you chose them,” Caspien explained.
“Okay, well then, you can be my dad, and my mama can be my mom.”
Caspien’s eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment, “I would like that,” He pulled Emmett into a hug, “Thank you,” He whispered to him.
My stomach clenched, and my mom grabbed my arm. Witnessing the interaction, my dad was too enthralled with the game and was back in the seats attached to our box. Caspien looked at Emmett with such wonder I couldn’t read his face; so many emotions seemed to flicker there.
“Want to go watch the game with your grandpa?” Caspien asked, taking Emmett’s hand.
My mom and I followed him, and she sat on his other side.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.