Kol

Chapter 25

Here's your warning for a bit of mature content below*****

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I couldn't complain. The flat was easily the most luxurious home I'd lived in. And the security details never once stepped out of their shadows. I couldn't even tell you what these people looked like. 

It'd been three weeks. Three long, slow, weeks. The murky tea Sabine had made was running low. Meaning, it was time to go back soon, like in the next few days soon.

Every other night, Kol would call. Never missing 9:30. I fell asleep to his voice once, but I promised to never let it happen again when he bullied me for snoring.

"You owed me at least one flaw, mon amour."

I knew he was lying though. I rarely snored. I think.

There was still some tension between us. But I could feel my longing taking fornt and center stage. I wasn't nearly as upset with Kol as I had been before. Now, I just wanted to see his face -- his eyes, his lips and run my fingers through his hair -- that perfectly soft hair. Maybe it was a wolf thing. 

I wasn't sure what the next step was. I'd obviously missed him. This time, a normal human kind of sadness panged my chest for hte past few weeks. No fevers or headaches thanks to Sabine. But I could tell my little vacation was over. I think even Mikael itched to go back to Canada. Maybe because he'd felt Ava and his baby would be safer with our pack of lycans than in the middle of a busy, rainy city like this one. The burglary in my apartment probably didn't ease his worry.

Ava loved this city, like me. But she'd had her free run, Mikael wouldn't let her out of his sight anymore. They did everything together these days. I wouldn't be surprised if he waited outside the bathroom door everytime she had to use it. I guess his wolfy instincts were to blame. The day the heartbeat developed Mikael couldn't keep a smile off his face. A few weeks agp, I could almost promise you he couldn't physically smile more than 3 times a day. But oh the wonders of having a bean. He spaced out a few times, listening to the heartbeat. Even, I got to hear it. When they showed up in my apartment, they didn't come empty handed. Mikael came in with a stethoscope. Apparently little lycan heartbeats were strong enough to hear with a scope at this stage, "comparable to an 18 week fetus" according to obgyn Mikael. 

Knwing I'd be going back to soon, I'd told my mom that I'd gotten a seasonal job in Canada. She was ecstatic for me but I knew she didn't love the idea of my temporary leave. Because there's always the tiniest possiblity that seasonal jobs could become permanent. And this one, this one defintiely could. 

I'd lied to my mother, also, about the new flat. I'd scrambled together something about the new job, some money I'd saved, and the better security offered here. After the theft, she didn't question it. Actually, she liked the luxury so much she spent a few nights here with me. I couldn't blame her. 

 I invited the twins for a sleepover a few nights ago and hung out with a few college friends before that. It was fun, but also melancholy. I'd felt like I'd been unintentionally saying my goodbyes. But I was equally sure that wasn't true. I loved this city. And Russo's. God I loved Russo's. So there was no keeping me away from this city.

I sat in the apartment, waiting on pizza as I watched some random sitcom on the flat screen. I'd showered after a spinning class and convinced myself I'd worked hard enough to reward myself with pizza. That class used to be killer, but it wasn't anymore and I could guess why. Either way, I'd biked for over an hour and that meant a slice of meat lovers pizza for lunch. 

"Coming!" I grabbed my wallet for the pizza guy, but once I open the door, I find a flowers guy. Except it's not a flowers guy. 

It's my guy. Holding flowers. Lillies and tulips to be exact.