Page 21 of Fire in Cabin 27
“You good to go, Princess?”
“That I am,” I gave Kyson a big smacky kiss. “Giddy up, dragon!”
Vehicles fueled, I’m fueled, it was time to roll.
We decided at lunch to push through and made great time until we hit Seattle. I didn’t want another night in a hotel. After sitting in that traffic nightmare for far too long, we stopped for dinner just north of Seattle, in Lynnwood, to hopefully wake our tired asses up enough to make it to Bellingham. Sure, we were only a little over an hour from home at this juncture of the trip, but as Kyson pointed out, there wasn’t any food there, so it was best to fill up now. Groceries he’d get in the morning.
“Well, this is us,” Kyson said. We’d just parked in the driveway at a small but cute home. Exterior needed a bit of love, and it was too dark now to make out the color. But sprucing it up while we were here would give me something to do. Now, to figure out exactly what landscaping involved. No more mani-pedis for thisprincess, these idle hands would soon be put to work. “Let me show you around, then we can put all the boxes in the garage for now. It’s got my woodworking shop in it, but I can make some room.”
There were a lot of trees surrounding the property. I couldn’t wait to see it in the light of day. Living in the city, the greenery wasn’t as prevalent as it was here, and the air was so much cleaner. Lack of smog will be a great change that my lungs will appreciate.
“Not much to it.” A couple of steps inside we stopped. Kyson proceeded to point out each area from the central point of the living room. “Living room, kitchen, both bedrooms with a bathroom between them. The bedrooms are the same size, which isn’t big at all. The king-sized bed in our room is practically wall to wall.”
“Simple enough.” Tidy and not packed full of junk, which made it nice.
“Go ahead and bring in the bags you know you need and I’ll meet you in the garage.”
I lost track of what time it was by the time we got to bed. All I know is we barely saidI love youbefore we passed out.
Chapter Seven
Kyson
“Yes, mom, I promise. We’ll be there on Saturday. Just give us a few days to get settled in.” I love that woman, I swear I do, but she has got to learn when to clam up. “Jesus, there’s an hour of my life I won’t get back.”
Juni sighed, he’d been hard at it going through all his boxes and was beyond tired. “At least you know you’re loved.”
Juni broke my heart. That mother of his better hope we never run into each other in a dark alley. “You are too, sweetheart. By me and by my crazy family. Just you wait and see. You’ll be the new favorite son.”
And another sigh. “That’ll be a first. I’m glad we already dropped off the clothes to the consignment place. I’m exhausted.” He fell back onto the couch with his head resting on my lap.
“You’ve worked hard, darlin’. Why don’t you rest while I work in the shop for a bit.” Shopping was Juni’s therapy, whereas mine was woodworking. His eyes closed the moment I scooted out from under him. The number of changes in such short time had to weigh heavily on him. I covered him with the blanket off the back of the couch and headed into my therapy session.
I opened the overhead garage door a couple of feet to let the cool breeze in then broke down the empty boxes and set them aside. We’d need them again once our house was finished. My dad, brothers, and I went over the layout already and dad mentioned the perfect spot of land for a house that size. I didn’t think it was big in comparison to a couple of my siblings’, but I guess adding the shop with stalls to park our vehicles in basically doubled it. Dad was taking care of getting the architect friend of his to draw it up. Said he’d have it back to us in a few days to approve.
As was the norm for me, I lost track of time putting the final touches and smoothing out the sculptures I’d left half finished before going on vacation. Never in a million years had I envisioned leaving single and returning mated. I’d never deleted apps off my phone so fast in my life as I did with the hook-up sites I had been on.
Juni wasn’t the only one with stuff to donate or sell. With those projects finished, wrapped, and ready to drop off at the stores, I got to work going through the shop tools. The furniture inside I made and would move with us. It was sturdier than that mass produced crap they sell nowadays and real wood. But the old tools I’d already replaced could go. No use moving shit I don’t use.
Guess you could say tools were my horde because this was turning into quite the mental battle.
Horde. Keep.
Yes, it’s looking that way, dragon.
Huh, who knew I already had a horde?
Likely everyone but me.
With that, the boxes I broke down were retaped and filled with what I wasn’t using. Go me! I did something productive today even though it didn’t lighten the moving load in the least.
How premature would it be to build a crib?
Bad mojo, our clan elder Nuri would say.
She had a knack for linking old verbiages with new and not necessarily correctly, but it was one of her many traits we all adored.
It was hard not to get excited when suddenly your world had shifted on its axis, and now having a mate, the thoughts of playing outside with your future dragonets were clear as day. Teaching them to fly, to control their fire, putting them to bed at night after reading them a story. Goddess, how I wanted all of that and more.
