Tic:

Yes, but not at the risk of scaring her away.

Me:

I’m not scared.

Jude:

See?

You wanna come stay with us for a week, baby?

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

Me:

If you’re sure. I would really like that.

Hale:

We’re sure.

Jude:

So fucking sure.

Tic:

Can’t wait to have you in our house, angel.

I wait for confirmation from Creed. The last thing I want is for one of the pack mates to resent my staying with them. But there’s only silence.

Me:

Creed?

Hale:

He’s sure too.

Jude:

Even if the surly motherfucker won’t admit it.

Creed:

Shut.

Up.

Jude.

Creed’s arrival into the chat should make me feel somewhat better, knowing he is paying attention, but then I have to wonder if he’s been here the entire time, and just not engaging. Maybe he doesn’t actually want me to come. Maybe he resents me inserting myself into his pack life?

There’s a long pause, no texting coming through on their side, while I work out a plan in my head for how to make this work. With the threat of needing to provide pictures at the drop of a hat, I’ll need to spend some time with Ren and her family.

Eventually, a text comes through from Creed in a private message.