Our Owlets (Book 1)

3. Wanted

One Week later

"Damn Blitz. You ain't tell us you had a wife."

"Now that's one fine ass bird!"

"Hey there, tall and gorgeous!"

Blitzø groaned in annoyance. Every imp in sight was complimenting Stolas on how beautiful or sexy he looked and it pissed him off. HE should be the ONLY one complimenting him. Not some random punks off the street.

"Blitzy? You're squeezing my hand a little too tight..."

Blitzø quickly loosened his grip. "Sorry, just thinking."

"About what?"

"It's nothing." Blitzø fanned it off. "Let's go get something to eat. I'm starving."

Stolas nodded.

Blitzø pulled the still very much weak owl, into the nearest restaurant.

Stolas looked around. "Oh! It smells wonderful in here, blitzy!"

Blitzø smiled and guided him to a table.

Stolas looked around in amazement from just seeing a fast food restaurant.

"You really seemed curious about this dump, huh?"

Stolas smiled and nodded. "I've never stepped foot in such a place."

"Never? How come? Didn't you come to fast food joints before you got married?"

Stolas shook his head. "I was born royal, blitzy. I wasn't allowed to eat commoners food. I wasn't even allowed to leave the palace. I wasn't allowed to even look at peasant children and I was banned from talking to those poorer and weaker than me."

Blitzø looked at him. "So that's why everything we do fascinates you. You never had a childhood..."

Stolas shook his head.

"Well...fuck it. You're an adult now. A dad. A mom. You can explore the world the way you want." Blitzø lifted his hand and kissed the top of it. "And I'll be there every step of the way."

Stolas felt like he was going to just cry. "Oh blitzy...I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, feather butt." Blitzø leaned up for a kiss, only for a menu to slide in between them.

"Can I start you all off with some drinks?" The waiter said, pulling out his notepad.

"Give me any kind of soda." Blitzø said.

"And for your beautiful partner?"

Stolas looked at the menu. "Tea sounds wonderful. Thank you."

The waiter nodded after finishing writing down the drinks. "I'll be back with your drinks and then I'll take your orders."

Blitzø looked at the waiter walk away.

"Blitzy, are you okay? You've been very clingy and angry today." Stolas asked in concern.

"I'm fine it's just..."

Stolas reached over and gently took his hand. "You can tell me anything, darling. You know that."

Blitzø sighed and held his hand. "It's just that...everyone has been flirting with you all day and it's really ticking me off. I should be the only one who should be flirting with you. Not these assholes."

Stolas chuckled softly. "Oh blitzy. Who cares if other people flirt with me? Your flirting and your compliments are the only ones that have my attention."