Chapter Thirteen
Thomas
“How’s mated life?” Trevor sat down at the table next to me and gestured toward my shirt collar which was letting my mating mark show. “I know I’m about a month late in asking but I was on vacation.”
“Things are good. We have a great relationship and agree on how we see our future. He’s officially moved into my apartment, and the last few weeks have been amazing.
You should try it one day.” I chuckled as I refilled my coffee mug, thinking about Trevor finding his own mate one day.
It wasn’t that it was a funny thought. Trevor would honestly be a great mate.
It was that he never had time to go out and find a mate because he was too busy caring for others.
Hopefully one day, he would find his own happiness.
“How was your trip to Wales? Was your family out there happy to meet you finally?”
“Yeah, man, they didn’t want me to come back.” Trevor shook his head and laughed. “If they had their way, I would be working at their company and probably mated to one of their friends’ sons.”
“Were you even a little bit tempted to?” I raised a brow, teasing him.
“Honestly?” Trevor surprised me by nodding. “Yeah. I was. I don’t know how to explain it. But it felt more like home than anything out here ever has.”
“Not that I’m not happy to have you here, but I have to ask.” I shifted in my seat to look at him directly. “What made you come back, then?”
“I couldn’t leave you guys. I made promises and have responsibilities here.” Trevor shrugged and sipped his brew. “I couldn’t forget everything you all have done for me and desert you all.”
“Trevor.” I placed my mug down on the table. “You don’t owe us. We have been here for you because you are part of our crew, our little firehouse family. We would do anything for you as you would for us.”
“I know, but—”
“No. Just listen to me. If you feel like you’re meant to be out there with your birth family, then you should listen to that intuition.
I guarantee you that every single one of us here will understand and fully support you in your choice.
And if it doesn’t work out, we will be here with open arms to welcome you back into our fold. ”
“I’ll give it some thought.” Trevor nodded and finished his mug of black coffee. “Thanks.”
The siren rang loudly through the station.
“House fire at 635 Mission Road. Let’s roll,” Jason shouted as he exited his office.