If You Were Ours

Kinsley PMS - Patreon Sample

This is just a cute little sample from my Patreon page of the daily life of Dane, Tyson, and Kinsley! I hope you enjoy it!

Dane~

Being the first one awake wasn't out of the ordinary for me. In fact I kind of enjoyed the peaceful quiet that the morning offered. No one in the house stirred, the sun hadn't risen yet. Nothing to worry about except coffee at the moment.

I stood in my boxers with mussed hair and blurred vision that was left over from a good nights sleep as I started the coffee maker.

Letting out a sigh as I leaned against the counter, I started to think through all of the work bullshit that I needed to address. I was lost in my own train of thought when I heard the lighter patter of bare feet against the tile.

Kinsley sure is up early.

With a smile on my face I took a step forward to greet her with a hug, but my smile faded when I saw her expression.

Kinsley's long hair was in a messy braid as if she'd tossed and turned all night. Her tank top and shorts were slightly off set and she was scowling almost as deeply as Tyson while she stomped into the kitchen, brushing right past me.

Her morning grumpiness was adorable and I reclaimed my place, leaning against the counter as I poured a cup of coffee. I had intended it for myself, but it looked like Kinsley might have needed it more.

"Morning gorgeous." I said with a grin as she opened a cabinet before slamming it closed again.

"Is it?" She sassed without smiling.

Damn she's really not a morning person today. So fucking cute.

"Can I make you a cup of coffee?" I asked cautiously, unable to control my smile.

"No coffee." She brushed past me again, moving toward the hall closets, opening and closing them one by one.

Muttering curse words under her breath, Kinsley held my attention as she made her way to every closet and cabinet in sight.

"Can I help you find something, Kins?" I chuckled.

"No." She snapped, slamming another cabinet shut and huffing out an irritated breath.

Part of me wanted to let her continue her grumpy little fit for no other reason than it was entertaining, but something had clearly pissed her off and it was my job to remedy that.

Before I could move to hold her, I heard heavy footsteps from down the hall.

"Why the hell are you slamming doors out here?" Tyson grumbled at me, his voice gritty with sleep.

I didn't have the chance to answer before Kinsley slammed another door, shooting an irritated gaze in Tyson's direction.

Careful man, she's downright pissed about something.

The grin on my face was uncontrollable as Kinsley brushed past both of us, causing Tyson's head to swivel in disbelief and follow her. Confusion splashed across Tyson's face as he studied every angry little step she took.

"She's fucking pissed. What'd you do to her?" Tyson gave my shoulder a shove that nearly spilled my coffee.

"I didn't do a damn thing. I was about to ask you the same question." I shoved him back, my smile a little less prominent.

We stood in the kitchen, scared to say anything that would fuel her angry mood, but we watched her closely, trying to find the source.

"Who are we mad at?" I asked before bringing my coffee to my mouth.