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I returned to the kitchen and was somewhat relieved to see that my sandwich was gone. Although, I was ravenously hungry still.
“Can I get you anything else to eat?” Travis offered.
“I think I'll just stick with the chips,” I said, nodding at the bowl he had served along with the sandwiches. He held it out to me, and I sat down munching the chips and feeling quite a bit better. I realized, after a couple of minutes, that he was just sitting there watching me with a small smile.
“Can I help you?” I teased.
Travis flushed at being caught. “Sorry, I was just… thinking about how crazy all of this is. Me being part elf, being your soulmate. Thinking about our future.”
“What about it?”
“I don't know. Just the idea of having someone I'mmeantto be with. Being happy like Traviel and Elarian, and so many other couples around Vale Valley. Spending Christmases with you. Starting a family… Er, that one slipped out. Probably too soon to talk about that, isn't it?”
“I don't know,” I said, trying to sound casual. Which was stupid because I had no idea if I was pregnant or not. I shrugged a shoulder. “Well, we are soulmates. I suppose there's no reason to rush into it, but at the same time, with soulmates…” I paused and smiled at him. “We're destined to be together. We're never going to fall out of love or cheat on each other or break up or any crap like that. So, it's not like we have to worry about a child's future if we have one.”
“I suppose not,” he agreed. “Do you want children?”
“I do… do you?”
“I’d love some. I remember Traviel’s excitement about Kirielm and watching Elarian being a father. Certainly something to think about,” he said with a smile. He laughed. “I can't believe I'm even saying that! I can still hardly believe I have a boyfriend.” He frowned. “Is that what we are? It seems so fast, but on the other hand, we're soulmates. Seems kind of informal.”
“Yeah, boyfriend sounds too informal,” I agreed. “Mate is pretty common. Partner, if mate sounds a little too shifter to you.”
“Well, we are soulmates. I like it.”
Chapter Seven
Falkanar
The next couple of weeks flew by in a blur of holiday planning and settling into my new life not just in a home of my own, but with my soulmate. As the days went by, it was more than clear that Travis and I were meant to be. I was just happier when he was around, everything seemed better. And I felt like each day I loved him more and as he sometimes said, with wonder as he gazed into my eyes, he felt the same.
One of the first things Travis did was take me shopping and treat me to some of the first new clothing I had ever gotten. No more roaming the thrift store racks, looking for something in my size. I was able to pick the exact color and style that I wanted. I cried in the dressing room at one point. Then again after we got home and he cleared some drawer space inourbedroom, talking about how we'd have to buy a new dresser. An entire piece of furniture, just for me!
I felt tears and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I really didn't think of myself as much of a crier. I could count on one hand the number of times I cried in my life before meeting Travis, and yet now I felt like I was crying all the time. A nagging voice told me that maybe there was another reason I was emotional, but I silenced it and decided that I was just happy.
I was in bed one morning a week before Christmas, when Travis came in.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked. “It's almost ten.”
“Ten?!” I cried, sitting up. “I had no idea.”
“I hope you're not getting sick right before Christmas.”
“I don't think so. I guess we were up a little bit late last night. How long have you been up?”
“A couple of hours. I need to finish up those edits. And I want to do it well before Christmas.”
I nodded. He had been talking recently about needing to put some serious time in with his projects. Granted, I wrote blog posts, not campaigns, but I knew some of the struggles of writing were universal. And a few hours of alone time were always good.
Despite his words, Travis flopped down onto the bed next to me and fixed me with a sly smile. “You make the bed look so inviting.”
He kissed me and I kissed him back. He pulled down the covers, revealing my boxers and a somewhat prominent erection. I smirked at his arched eyebrow, then gasped as he reached down and brushed a hand over me. “So that’s why you slept in. Good dreams.”
I pulled him down on top of me. “The real thing is better.”
Travis rubbed his hand over my erection again and I moaned. His hand slipped into my boxers and his fingers ghosted gently over the skin of my dick. He leaned down and kissed me. I nipped at his lower lip and then gasped as his hand wrapped around me. The moment my mouth opened he thrust his tongue inside and I eagerly welcomed it. He was still wearing pajama pants, which made it easy to slid my hand beneath the waistband and into his boxers. I began to stroke his dick and he groaned and thrust against my palm.
“I do need to get back to writing…” He said reluctantly, starting to climb off me.
