Page 27 of Snowed In Sucker
Except, it’s not really Jett’s home anymore. This isourhome. The home we’re going to have our children in and raise our family.
It’s been about a month and a half since the day I was snowed in and trapped within Jett’s home. Although, I don’t know if trapped is truly the right word. I was snowed in but there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
Being snowed in together did a number on our hormones and instincts. Since these eggs have been inside of me, all of that has mellowed out. I’m at peace with everything that’shappened. That concoction of hormones and pheromones have been replaced with something softer, something more steady. Those things have been replaced with love and affection.
Neither of us has said those words yet but I can feel them in everything we do. Jett cooks for me and takes care of me. I praise him and worship him the way he deserves. We make each other happy, better than we were when we were alone.
I love him so much it hurts. It steals my breath and sours my stomach the longer I hold the words back. I’m waiting for the perfect moment. Call me a romantic but I want it to be special.
Sitting on the couch, staring at the fire, the same one we shared when we first met, I feel tears wet my eyes. I take off my glasses, wiping at my face, overwhelmed by the emotions building up inside my chest.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Jett says, putting down the box he was just carrying and kneeling at my feet beside the couch. “Hey, what’s going on?”
I look at my mate, overwhelmed all over again. He’s just so beautiful, so gentle, so kind.
“I’m okay,” I say, smiling through the tears. “I’m just really, really happy, Jett.”
“I’m happy too,” he says, wiping my tears away. He replaces those tears with soft kisses against my skin. “I’m so happy you’re here. I’m happy to know you.” He places a hand on my round stomach. “I’m happy our babies are safe and sound with you.”
I hiccup as I try to suck in a sharp breath. It gets stuck in my chest and hurts. “I want it to be special.”
“What do you want to be special?”
“The moment I tell you I love you.”
“Oh,” he breathes out, his gray eyes widening. Then he grins wider than I’ve ever seen. “That’s good to know. I want the moment to be special when I tell you the same thing. We’ll wait for just the right moment, okay?”
I nod my head. “Okay. That sounds good.”
I’m surprised when he grabs my face between his palms and brings his mouth to mine. I close my eyes and sink into the kiss. I’m completely swept away.
That is, until my dads come back into the room. One of them whistles and the other snickers.
When we pull back, Jett’s cheeks are pink. “Sorry,” he says with a wink. Then he stands up, getting back to work with moving things.
That’s when it hits me.
“Wait a damn minute! That was the moment! That wasn’t special at all!”
Jett looks over his shoulder, his eyes shining. “Every moment with you is special, Landon.”
“Oh my gods, these two are worse than us!”
Eventually, all of our things are brought into the house. Jett does what he always does; makes us some food. This time, he’s made homemade kettle corn which is deliciously sweet and salty. We sit around the fire, talking about this new chapter of life that we’re embarking on.
I lean against Jett’s shoulder, listening as he tells my dads a story. Apparently, one time when he was younger, he and some of his siblings decided they were going to do a full circus performance. They decorated their backyard and made signs,directing people to the backyard. Not a single person showed up so they decided it was time to take matters into their own hands, advertisement wise.
What started as them performing out on the sidewalk, calling out to the cars about the circus ended with them mooning cars as they drove by. Their parents came outside to see why so many people were honking only to see Jett with his pants around his ankles with his tushy hanging out for everyone to see.
That ended with them all grounded and a stern talking to about when it’s okay to be naked and in public isn’t one of those times. Himari was ‘assigned’ the younger kids. It became her job to make sure they weren’t getting into trouble since there were so many kids and their parents didn’t have enough eyes to keep on them all.
Listening to the story, my heart clenches for my mate. I know he’s okay now, but it breaks my heart that he couldn’t have the same type of relationship I have with my dads. Being an only child, I was the only one they had to worry about.
What’s going to happen with this clutch inside of me? Can we handle four babies? Will some of them end up feeling like they got less attention? Fuck, can I handle all of this?
I’m worried about everything but at the same time, there’s this peaceful knowledge inside of me. We can handle this. We won’t make the same mistakes as those who came before us. Instead of repeating patterns, we’ll learn from them.
As we talk, my dads insist on helping Jett decorate. The lights are still hung up, but they claimed we needed to christen the house with all the trimmings for Christmas. He finds a box in one of his closets, pulling it out. I sit back, my hands resting on my belly as they move around the living room, hanging up more lights and decorations. Snow blows outside, though it’s nothing like the day Jett and I were snowed in, making it feel like a proper winter wonderland.
