Page 102 of Hidden Fates
“I’m in. That was amazing.”
He chuckles, pressing his lips to my forehead beneath his beanie. I shivered when we walked out of the restaurant and he immediately dropped it on my head.
Snow coats the sidewalk, a lot thicker now than when we arrived. It’s so pretty out, but I can’t help but worry about the drive back to the house.
“Darling, there’s an office supply store down the street. Why don’t we pop in and find your journals? We can save shopping for Caleb’s room for better weather.” Quentin reads me like an open book, already having found a way to ease my worry without pointing it out.
Fates, I love that man.
“Sounds wonderful, Alpha, thank you.”
We’re in the car and heading home in no time.
“Are Sterling and Bellamy already home?”
I can’t help but worry as the snow falls in thicker sheets.
“Yes, bubbles. Sly already text to let us know they were home and had gotten Mama Aisha settled for the evening.”
Tilting my head up to his, I laugh when his beard tickles my nose, enjoying the abrasive texture when he rubs the scruff along my cheek. “Do you think we’ll be able to build a snowman this weekend?”
He hums, glancing outside before tucking me closer to his chest. “We can try. I can’t tell from here if the snow is packable. Might still be too early in the year.”
It’s been so long since I lived somewhere with snow that it feels like all snow should be packable. Maybe that’s my instinct to play talking. A fun day outside with my pack will be amazing.
The house is warm when we get home, stealing the chill from my bones. I shudder as I strip my coat off and kick my boots onto the mat.
“Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?” Caleb asks, walking backwards toward the kitchen.
I can hear the mixer running, so I follow him, curious to find out what Sterling is making. “Tea. My throat is still sore from the heat.”
We find Sly mixing up a batch of gooey chocolate chip cookies mixed with brownie pieces. They smell amazing as they bake, and my stomach rumbles. “Didn’t they feed you, precious?” Sly teases, washing his hands before he wraps me in his arms.
I melt into his, soaking up his tangerine and rosewood scent. “They did. But now I want dessert.”
“Dessert like a cookie, or dessert like sucking someone’s cock? If it’s the latter, I volunteer.” Bellamy calls from the doorway to the living room.
Snorting, I turn my cheek to Sly’s chest and peek at my Beta mate. “Hello to you too, Bee.”
Sterling kisses the top of my head before he steps away to open the oven, removing a tray of heaven. “Why don’t you go get cozy with Bee? Start a movie? I’ll bring these in after they cool.”
Pressing a kiss to his cheek, I skip over to Bellamy, who leans me over his arm for a surprisingly tame kiss. When I raise a brow, his cheeks blush the cutest shade of pink. He opens his hoodie pocket and a tiny nose pokes out.
“Mochi.”
“She was lonely, so I brought her down to hang out with me,” he admits, passing her into my arms.
“Aw, Bee. You’re so sweet. Isn’t he, Mochi?” Nuzzling her fur, I keep her tucked against me while we walk to the couch.
Quentin appears as we’re sitting down, one of Caleb’s hoodies in his hands. I slide it on, spinning it backwards so the hood is on the front. Perfect for Mochi to chill in.
“So, what’s on the menu tonight, dandelion? Crime show? Cooking competition? Romantic thriller?” Bellamy spreads his arms across the back of the couch, his fingers playing with the ends of my hair.
“There’s a new medical drama Cora’s been raving about,” Caleb says as he plops down on Bee’s other side. Their bodies are pressed close together, and I love the look my Alpha gives him. Smokin’ hot is too bland of a description for these two.
Emmett joins us, hair mussed from his nap. “Are you talking about Mercy General? Isolde and Oskar have been binging it.”
“Isolde is willingly watching a medical show?” My sister-by-mating is not a fan of them because of how inaccurate they usually are. As a doctor, I bet it would bug her to be constantly pulled out of the story when the actors do something that would harm a patient in real life.
