Chapter 50 Kitty
FIFTY
KITTY
An hour later, after an indecently long shower, I found Stan in the bed we’d slept in before, taking up acres of space as usual.
“Your family does nothing by halves, does it?” Yawning, I flopped onto the mattress. “Meetings with MCs and mobsters one day, labor and treason the next!”
He denied dryly, “It’s not treason for us.”
“Semantics.”
“Important semantics. We’re not the ones being lead out to a firing range.”
“I don’t think they do that anymore.”
“Think you’ll find they do.” It was his turn to yawn. “Fuck, what a day.”
Couldn’t argue with that.
I rolled into him when he tugged on me, letting me settle on my side so he could be the big spoon to my little spoon. I didn’t grumble when he dragged off the towel, only fidgeted to help him.
Once the terrycloth had a new home on the floor, I felt his supportive warmth at my back and began to relax.
“Will family dinners look the same at your house?”
Tiredly, I snickered. “Doubtful seeing as no one’s pregnant.”
“Yet.”
I stilled. Exhaled. “Yet.”
Yet seemed to be our watchword.
This might have happened so fast that the speed of light had competition, but nothing would stop it from feeling right.
From feeling true.
His mouth settled in the nook of my throat and he pecked soft kisses along the line, toward my shoulders. He trailed his tongue along my clavicle then stopped petting me to order, “Get some sleep.”
Somehow, the command worked.
I rested against him, knowing I was safe, protected, loved, and a part of this family.
I never slept better…