“Your parents? They’re okay with her having a kid?” She whispered to him once Emmett was enthralled in the game again or enthralled in my dad’s explanation.
“Of course,”
“I thought they would be very into bloodline,”
“Royal bloodline is important to carry on, and it still can be if Willa wants.” He looked at me, “My mom was adopted; she wasn’t born in this pack. My parents understand that family is bigger than blood.”
I looked at Caspien, but he was turned toward my mom; I didn’t know that.
“Well then,” My mom smiled widely, “That is very nice.” She took a deep breath, seeming to calm down fully for the first time since she arrived.
We watched the game as darkness settled around the stadium. The lights illuminating the field made the sky beyond look pitch black.
“If you guys have plans for the evening, we can get Emmett to bed,” My mom looked to use; she switched places with him so she could sit next to Emmett.
“The game is wrapping up anyway,” My dad added.
“No-” I started.
“I actually have something we could do,” Caspien said, “If that’s okay with you, of course.” He turned to me.
My mom looked at me, eyes wide.
What Mom
I just, I never heard Nolan ever ask if you wanted to do anything. He just made decisions.
She was right. My mom had a broad smile as she looked at Caspien.
“I’ll have dinner sent to you and a car downstairs when you want to leave.” Caspien stood up and said goodbye to Emmett and my dad.
“Can we come back?” Emmett asked.
“Any time you want,” Caspien promised, “That goes for you two as well,” He looked towards my parents. We said our goodbyes and Caspien took my hand, leading me down to a car.
“Where are we going?”
He checked his watch, “There’s something I want to show you.”
We arrived back at the packhouse.
I hope it’s his private areas if you want what I mean
Shut up
We arrived at a floor I had never been on; it looked industrial, the walls were white brick, and it was brightly lit.
“This is where he’s going to kill me,” Caspien looked at me, “Sorry, didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
He shut his eyes, shaking his head, and led me to a flight of steps, “After you,” I took the steps pushing on a door. The cool evening breeze brushed my face as I stepped onto part of the roof.
“There is a rooftop terrace, gardens, and a pool for pack members, but this one no one uses,” He shrugged.
“I bet you’re going to say you’ve never taken anyone up here before,” I turned back to him.
“I wasn’t going to say that, but I haven’t.”
He took my hand and led me around something that was whirring; I stopped in my tracks. A blanket was laid out with candles around it, I looked at him, but he kept looking ahead, guiding me to the floor.
“What is that?” I pointed to something I had just noticed.
“A telescope.” He popped a bottle of champagne and handed me a glass.
“You planned this,” He shrugged, “For how long?”
“There’s a meteor shower tonight. I didn’t know if it would work with your parents being in town.”
I took a sip of the cool bubbles.
“I’m not good at this,”
“At what?”
“The whole romance thing, I’m not sure what to do, and I feel like I’m doing too much or not enough.”
“This is perfect; you are perfect. But just to be clear, I would be just as happy with you sitting on a couch watching a movie as I would at a rented-out restaurant, maybe even more so. It’s not the extra stuff. It’s you.” I looked at him; his jaw seemed to harden.
“I just, want to do things for you.”
“I appreciate what you do, and everything you do is amazing; you don’t have to try so hard.”
His gaze turned to me, “I’m not trying hard; I’m just doing things I think you would like, things I want to show you are sharing with you.” His brows furrowed, “Is that not what you did with the hotdogs in the park? Share things with me?”
I was taken aback for a moment, “Yeah, you’re right. I never thought about it like that.” He seemed to relax a little.
I scooted closer, leaning into him, studying the night sky.
“One sec,” He got up to turn off the lights somehow and came back, pulling me towards him.
The sky came into focus, and thousands of twinkling stars lit up a perfectly clear night.
“Wait,” One danced across the sky; I sat forward, “I think I see one,” I squinted.
A few more moved and shimmered.
“Wow,” I breathed.
I looked at Caspien, but he was staring at me, watching the stars.
“I keep forgetting to tell you, but I love you, Willa.”
“What?” My attention was on him.
My heart dropped into my stomach.
“I love you.” His icy blue eyes were set on mine, “I just forget to say it because it’s just so obvious to me, so second nature to love you that I forgot that I should actually tell you, even though I’m sure you already know.”
“I mean,” I blinked; I loved him, of course, but I realized I didn’t say it either.
“I love you, Caspien.”
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.