“Sounds perfect.”
Her breaths even out, and I hold her close while she rests, picturing a future with her in it.
Coming to our shows, riding on the tour bus… us bonding, having kids…
Fuck these scent blockers. I wish there was a way to turn them off. We've been taking them for years as we perform around thousands.
Their scents became overwhelming. Every two weeks we take a tiny pill and we are good.
But now… I’d give anything to see if she’s really my match.
I must have dozed off.Beck shaking my arm wakes me, and I want to punch him. Belle mumbles something in her sleep, and I don’t want to move. I want to stay here in this bed with her forever.
“Food’s here. They had some oven issues that’s why it took so long. They also included a ton of side dishes and dessert.” My stomach clenches, then growls at the thought of food.
That olive pizza went to waste, but I don’t care. I have hated olives ever since my sister, Poppie, placed them on her fingers and chased me through the yard, during a picnic when I was three.
I’ve been traumatized ever since.
“Hey, Belle,” I whisper and gently squeeze her tighter to me. She groans. “The food’s here. Let’s eat, and then we can go right back to bed okay?”
“Can’t I just stay here and eat you,” she mumbles, and my eyes widen. Well damn, isn’t she a forward little omega.
“I’d love nothing more, Vixen, but some actual food first.”
“Ugh. Fine. You may carry me to the living room and feed me,” she sasses, and Beck laughs.
Surprising me and her, he bends down, swoops her up in a child’s cradle and carries her out the door. I’m instantly cold with her gone, so I toss the blanket aside and chase after them.
Tate’s watching them as Beck puts her on the couch, then makes her a plate, and hands it to her.
He seems to be contemplating something, and I have to wonder if he’s starting to like having her around as well. Anomega was never in our cards, but I have to admit she fits beside us, seamlessly.
I plop down next to her and grab a plate. There is so much food, but I go for the steak, grilled asparagus, potatoes, and focaccia bread.
Beck sits on the other side of Belle, and Tate takes the chair. We dig in immediately, the only noises around us moans and grunts of how good this food is.
When my plate is almost licked clean, I lean back and groan. “Okay, it was worth the wait,” I sigh, and Belle giggles.
“I agree. I have never had a piece of meat slice like butter before. Thank you for including me. I still think I should chip in though. This suite couldn’t have been cheap.”
Tate groans, placing his plate on the coffee table.
“Belle, we have talked about this. We aren’t paying a dime for this. It’s complimentary, so please enjoy it.”
Belle opens her mouth to argue, and the room goes dark. A piercing scream leaves her lips, and she practically jumps onto my lap.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Beck shouts.
“Hey, you okay?” I ask, and she whimpers. “It’s the storm, look outside.” Even the airport which has been all lit up outside is dark. The snow is falling harder.
Someone knocks on the door, and I stand, placing Belle beside me on the couch to answer it. Belle whimpers, grabbing my hand, holding tight and my heart breaks.
It seems Beck isn't the only one afraid of the dark. Even now we have to leave a light on for him. His mother once left him alone for a weekend. When she returned he had somehow locked himself in the basement. He was only seven. Something like that stays with a kid, and I would never judge or make fun of him for it.
I wonder why Belle is scared, but I’m not going to ask her.
“It's okay, Vixen, I will be right back,” I coo, and squeeze her hand. It takes a few seconds before she releases me.