Page 87 of Letters to the Lost

“I wish you did. I wish you grew up surrounded by these people who would have shown you nothing but unconditional love,” He says, his voice low. His lips press against my hair as he tightens his arms around me.

“I’m here now though. Surrounded by more love than I ever thought I deserved.”

“God, I hate that you ever thought you didn’t deserve any love when you deserved that and a hell of a lot more.”

“I have it now though. Surely that’s all that matters. I see no point in dwelling on what happened now, I just want all of the issues to stop so we can get on with our lives,” I tell him.

Leaning up on my tiptoes, I kiss him.

Everything else falls away as I press my lips to his and he becomes the only thing I can focus on. He allows me to lead, his movements flowing with mine seamlessly as he follows.

He is everything and more. I love them all, but Tobias gives me the softness but also the ability to be in control. Something that has never been given to me before. To take over and allow himself to submit to me is such an honor and a privilege that I can’t help but feel this immense love for him.

“You make me feel like a teenage boy Babygirl,” He groans against my lips, his lips curving up as he smiles against my mouth.

“I meannnn… you kind of are,” I laugh against his lips. Pulling him back into another kiss, I kiss him until I feel breathless, “We should probably head back.”

“We should but I’m tempted to keep you to myself for a little while longer.”

“Yes, but if he does that your other boyfriends will come looking for you Princess,” Zander appears with a soft smile as he looks at us, “If you need a little while longer that’s okay too but my parents are here and are wondering where you are.”

“No, I think I’ve hidden for too long now,” I whine wishing I could hide away for longer but feeling incredibly rude hiding away from everyone, “I’m so nervous to meet your parents. What if they hate me? What do they think about us all being in a relationship?” I rant, the words spilling from my mouth, my breathing becoming erratic, panic claws at my chest.

“Breathe Princess. They are going to love you and I’ve already explained our relationship to them, and they are ok with it. They may have some questions, but they are happy that I’m happy which is all that matters,” Zander rushes to reassure me, his large hand smoothing over my back as I press further into Tobias.

“Come on Babygirl. The longer we hide away in here the worse you’ll feel when we go back in,” Tobias says, pulling back from our embrace and kissing me before taking my hand in his and leading me back into the house.

Zander follows behind, his hand resting on my lower back as I walk.

Nanook bounds over to me as we step through the doors, his tail wagging side to side happily, a slobbery toy half hanging from his mouth.

“Hey, baby,” I coo at him, stroking his head but keep trying to walk, avoiding his paws as much as I can while he tries to step in front of me.

“He’s such a mama’s boy,” Zander groans, but I can see the smirk on his lips as he looks at me.

“Mhm, just the way it should be,” I tease, already the feeling in my chest feeling lighter as Nanook follows me, Parzival soon following after.

Both are complete opposites in looks and attitude, but I wouldn’t have them either way, loving how their personalities have formed since Parzival found his home with us.

“We may as well buy a farm for you at this rate,” Tobias says, and while I know he’s only joking I am not above begging to get my way.

“If you do can I get a pet goat?”

“A goat? Not a horse, a cow, or some ducks… a goat,” Zander says completely baffled as he looks down at me puzzlement crossing his face.

“We can’t own ducks Ellie is scared of them, and no cows unless they are the cute highland ones. I just really want to own a goat, or even some Alpaca’s.”

“You know Alpaca fur is amazingly soft, if you were to own some I would be inclined to purchase some of their wool from you,” A regal-sounding woman says as she steps in front of me, her manicured hand outstretched in greeting.

“Um…”

“Pardon my mother’s manners she was just excited to meet you. Sunshine this is my mother, mother this is Autumn,” Sebastian introduces us.

“Oh! It’s lovely to meet you, Mrs. Miller,” I rush to greet her, taking her hand in my own.

“Oh, none of that nonsense. You can call me mother too if you wish, on account of your own being a bitch,” Mrs. Miller waves her hand at me dismissively while all I can do is stare at her perplexed, my mouth parting as I try to take in the words that just spewed from her mouth.

“Beatrice!” Mrs. Moore gasps, her hand covering her mouth as she looks at her friend as if she’s seeing her for the first time.

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