Page 36 of Henri's Little One
Henri’s Townhouse
Master Suite
Vitas had the most wonderful dream that he had a handsome and kind Mate. He dreamt he left Russia and that he wasn’t in the cellar naked, dirty, and sick but in a soft, warm bed with pillows, sheets, and a down comforter. He felt the sensation of lips meeting his. A tongue breached his closed mouth. He slowly opened his eyes, and he stared at the beloved face in front of his.It was true, it was all true! He had a Mate. Henri was his.
“Good morning, my little one, are you rested and ready for our wedding day?”
“You’re here. It’s all true. I didn’t dream the last few days. I thought I was dreaming, but it’s real,” Vitas whispered.
“Yes, it’s true. You are my Mate, soon to be Vitas Giraud. I never asked you, do you have a middle name you’d like on the marriage certificate?”
“My middle name is Anton, Vitas Anton Kosloff.”
“No little one, Vitas Anton Kosloff-Giraud.”
“Kiss me, Henri. I need to know that you’re here beside me and that I’m not hallucinating in the mushroom cellar because I’m sick.”
Henri touched his lips to Vitas’ mouth, lay down beside him and molded his body to Vitas’. Several minutes later, Henri pulled away from Vitas’ lips and sat up. “It’s real. I love you, little one. I always have. Now find your sleep pants and put on the robe Julio bought you. The robe is at the end of the bed. Aline is bringing us breakfast. We’re going to get married today.”
“What about a license?” Vitas asked in a wary voice. He didn’t want anything to ruin this wonderful day.
“Handled by The Alpha. The council Alphas will come to the house afterward with their Mates, and we’ll have a big reception for us, as well as Julien and Richard, here, next week.”
“This is a very big house.” Vitas’ eyes widened as he scanned the room. It was huge and beautifully done. His Henri had an eye for beauty. Yet he was a little beige sparrow, and his Mate loved him. The gods worked in mysterious ways.
“I’ll show it to you after breakfast. Get moving, I hear Aline with her cart in the gallery.”
Vitas got up out of bed and looked down at his naked body. Recalling how he’d seduced his Mate in the middle of the night, he felt his face redden. “Do you know where I put my sleep pants?”
Henri chuckled. “I assume they’re on the floor or under the bed.”
Vitas scrambled to reach under the bed, found his pants, hurriedly jerked them up over his hips and grabbed his robe just in time to hear Aline knock on the door. Henri called, “Come in, what’s for breakfast?”
“I made eggs Benedict and English muffins. I made extra Canadian bacon and sausage because you two need the protein considering the circumstances. I also have waffles with jam or syrup on the cart.”
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His Mate’s eyes opened wide at the mention of the word waffles, even wider when she said jam.
“Aline?”
“Yes, dear…”
“What kind of jam?” Vitas’ voice sounded hopeful.
“Raspberry?”
“Raspberry.” His Mate’s eyes sparkled when Aline confirmed the jam selection.
“I see I was right about the circumstances.” She picked up Vitas’ silk pajama top, folded it, and put it on the bed.
“What circumstances would those be?” Henri asked his voice conveying amusement.
“The mating, of course. You need extra energy. And by the way, there will be no caterer in my kitchen for the small reception after the wedding ceremony this afternoon. The kitchen maids and I have it handled.”
Henri frowned. “Are you sure, Aline? We’d like you to be at the party.”
“Of course, I’ll be at the party. How could you think I’d miss the celebration of this occasion—the marriage of my two precious boys. Henri, you’ve been mine since you were eight. Now I have Vitas to love and care for. As if I’d leave this important celebration in anyone else’s hands but my own.”
