Fighting It

Chapter 13

After getting married we go back to the pack mansion and straight to Conner's bedroom when we get there I throw my clutch on the bed and take off my heels stretching. While I'm stretching I feel Conner move behind me wrapping his arms against my waist and kissing my neck. I surprise myself when I drop my arms and rest my head on his shoulder.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Around 6 o'clock. Why baby?" he answers.
"I have to shower and get ready for bed I have school tomorrow," I tell him walking out of his arms and trying to find a pair of pajamas finding no luck. I look back at him silently asking for help. He chuckles grabbing one of his shirts and throwing it to me. I thank him and start walking towards the bathroom when he says, "Oh, and your not going to school anymore," he says simply.
I stop in my tracks and turn around slowly giving him the death stare, "Excuse me? Who the hell are you to tell me where I am and am not going. Last I checked you weren't my father!" I yell at him.
What I don't expect is for him to glare right back at me saying, "I'm your mate, and your husband, and I'm telling you that your not going to school!"
"Ugh!" I yell storming in to the bathroom close the door strip and head to the shower turning it on and jumping in while my back is turned I hear the door open and close, with my mate going me in the shower. "What do you want?" I question agitated.
"Why are you mad baby?" He asks.
"Because I want to go to school, believe it or not I like learning about the stuff they teach. I might complain about it but I secretly love it," I tell him surprising myself on how easy it is to open up to him.
"I'm sorry baby, I just don't want to let you out of my sight," he says trying to reason with me.
Annoyed and not getting anywhere I step out of the shower to rap my self in a towel while I brush my teeth, after I brush my hair and put on the shirt Conner gave me as he steps out of the shower. I throw the towel into a basket of dirt laundry, and go into the bedroom going to sleep.

I don't care what he says I'm going to school tomorrow. He joins me in bed and I lose my shirt faster than expected.