Page 74 of November Reign
Once the legal stuff was done, it was back to the mansion for the party to end all parties. Mori had called in demon help and many of them wanted to celebrate with us, so the place was full. Our coven was represented. There was still some mistrust there from years under Basil, then the quick change from Poppy to Damon to Thyme. They were only just settling into his reign as Head Witch.
There were the traditional things like speeches, where Damon threatened my life if I hurt his dad and simultaneously asked if he should call me papa. He and Thyme shared a father son dance which had Mori fighting back tears before he realized he could be up there dancing with Cody.
Considering how little time they had to pull everything together, it was a perfect way to celebrate our marriage.
We partied late into the night, before I took my husband to bed to properly consummate our union. I spent the night wrapped around him, bringing us both pleasure until we crashed out, exhausted.
The bell for the front door chimed through the house. Thyme lifted his sleepy head. His red hair was all over the place. There were hickeys down his neck.
“Who is it?” he asked on a yawn.
“No idea but since you’re up…” I grinned lasciviously.
Thyme pushed me away with a laugh. “My ass hurts from last night! You’d be lucky to get a handjob.”
“Barely a day married and you’ve gone off me already.” I pouted.
He brushed a kiss on my lips. “Hardly, but I do need some recovery time and a coffee or five.”
“Done.” I kissed him back, just a sweet meeting of our mouths, no tongue since morning breath was a thing.
The bell rang again. I felt like whoever was outside was getting impatient as they rang twice more in quick succession.
“Think we’re the only ones awake?”
“Might be the only ones here. Pops had a meeting at the shop. Zin was taking Sage out for the day. I think the others said they had to leave pretty early.” I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. “And it is not early.” I showed him the time. Eleven am.
“Fuck. Can you get the door?”
They rang again as I launched myself off the bed, grabbed a robe and wrapped it around myself as I headed for the foyer.
“Sorry—“ I began when I opened the door to the mayor of all people. He stood tall next to a little girl, maybe about three years old. There was a baby boy on the other side of him in a car seat. He had to be only a few months old at most. Practically a newborn.
“Good morning, Oak. Is it possible to have a conversation with you and your husband? I have a proposition for you.”
“Thyme!” I yelled behind me. To the mayor I said, “Please come in.”
The mayor took the little girl’s hand, stooping some to do so. He left the carrier for me to take. Could hardly leave the baby on the doorstep, could I?
By the time my new husband sounded like he was ready to join us, I had tea in front of the mayor, juice and a cookie for the little girl, Jasmine. Thyme’s coffee was also ready.
“Do you have time for me to put some clothes on?” I asked the mayor.
Ulrian sipped his tea. “Of course.”
I caught Thyme’s elbow as he left our room. “The mayor has two kids with him!” I hissed.
“What do you think he wants?” Thyme worried on his thumbnail with his teeth while I threw on some pants and a t-shirt.
I quickly combed my hair, but otherwise left it loose. Thyme was still looking rumpled, so I attacked him with a hairbrush to make him look semi-decent.
“Ow!” he whined.
“Do you want to face the mayor with sex hair?”
“No, but that hurt.”
“Sorry, sweetheart.” I kissed the end of his pert nose. “Let’s go see what he wants.”
