The Alpha's Weakness

Chapter 20

—-Zayla

"Zayla?"  I heard.  "Honey wake up."  I opened my eyes, we were still on the plane.  I slid my hand over Owen's chest sitting up better.  "Buckle up.  We're landing."  He kissed my forehead and buckled his seatbelt.  I buckled mine and laced my fingers with his.  He kissed the back of my hand.

We were standing by the desk at the airport.  Owen put our bags over his shoulder and called someone.  He spoke in French which surprised me.  He smiled looking at me as he talked on the phone.  He hung up and slid his arm around me.  "You speak French?"

"Had to learn it for business."  He led the way outside where I saw a limo.

"Owen."  I said surprised.

"For my wife."  He said.  He let the driver take our bags and told him something.  He nodded and put our bags in the trunk.  Owen helped me in the limo and got in beside me.

We finally got to our destination and I looked out the window as we approached the most beautiful house I've ever seen aside from our ranch house.  Owen watched my reaction with a smile on his face.  We were staying at a country house just out side of Paris France.  "What do you think?"

"I love it."

"Good.  It's ours."

"No way."  I said.

"Yes way."  He said opening the door.  He got out and held out his hand.  I took it and he helped me out.  "A few of my buddies associated with the business pitched in.  So technically it is about 1/4th ours.  We all get it during some part of the year.  It's ours for the next two weeks."  He said.  He handed me the key.  "Go look around.  I'll bring the bags in."  I slid my hand from his and went inside.

I took off my shoes and carried them with me as I looked around.  I opened the last door on the second level.  It opened to a massive bedroom with a beautiful bed that had it's own curtains.  A dresser with amazing wood work and a gold mirror.

Owen walked in and set our bags down.  "Looks like you found it."

"Owen this is amazing."

"I know."  He said.  He watched me from the other side of the bed while I visually took in my surroundings.  The most beautiful part of this entire room was Owen.  My eyes met his briefly.  "Why are you shy for?"  He asked amused.

"I'm not."  I said.  He chuckled.

"Yes you are."  He said.  I shrugged.

"I want us to take our time.  I don't want to rush."

"Okay."  He said.

"Most importantly though, I want to take a shower."  I said.

"Ooh together or separately."

"Separately.  If we shower together it won't be done."  I said and he laughed.

"You're the boss."  He said.

Owen came back up after I finished my shower.  I was sitting on the bed wearing one of his shirts.  "Do you want me to shower again?"  He asked jokingly.

"Nah."  I said.  He kissed me softly and slowly.

I was laying on his chest half asleep, his arms around me as he slept.  I moved over waking him up.  "What's wrong?"  He asked.

"Nothing.  I'm thirsty."  I said.  He hooked his arm around me kissing my neck and cheek.

"There is plenty of drinks in the mini fridge by the door."  He said. He let me go.  I slipped on his shirt and went to grab a water.  I drank some and set it on the bedside table.  He moved the blanket back and I climbed back into bed beside him.  He pulled me close to his chest and I snuggled up against his chest falling asleep.

The next day, I was in the kitchen making breakfast.  Owen came in while I was mixing the pancake batter.  "Best part about waking up is seeing you."  He said kissing my cheek.  "You look beautiful."  He said.

He slid his arms around me, I looked up at him and accepted his kiss.  "Married sex is so much better."  I said.  He smiled pressing his face into my neck.

I finished making breakfast and we sat down to eat.  Owen was acting like he was starving.  "Hungry?"  I asked.

"Starving.  I used up a lot of energy last night.  Plus your cooking is amazing."

"I know it is."  I said making him smile.

That afternoon, Owen and I were walking around Paris going to everywhere I have always wanted to go.  His arm around me as we walked.  We took so many pictures some with us together and apart.  I took his hand and pulled him along toward the Eiffel Tower.  "The best for last."  I said.  He kept up easily.

Back at the country house, Owen had to carry me in since I busted up my ankle when somebody shoved me earlier by accident.  Owen had already taken me to the hospital and I was in a cast and on crutches.  "This completely sucks."  I said when he set me down on the bed.

"Only a little bit."  He said taking off his t-shirt.  He kissed me softly climbing onto the bed with me.

"This is the only good part."  I said making him smile deepening the kiss.  He pulled me close to his hips.  I wrapped my arms around his neck.  "Be careful my ankle hurts."  I said.  He flipped us over with extra care.

That night, I finished taking a shower and I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top.  Owen was on the phone when I made it into the room.  "Hey ma.  How are the boys?"  He asked.  "We miss them too."  He said.  "Yeah, had to take Zayla to the hospital already."  He said.  "Ma, I'd never do that."  He said irritated.  "Some ass shoved her and she fell breaking her ankle.  Why in the hell did you ask if I hit her?"  He was pissed.  I slipped the phone from his hand.

"Mom, hey."

"I didn't mean to upset him.  I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay.  We're still going to stay the two weeks."  I said.

"Okay.  Will you tell Owen I'm sorry?"

"Of course."

"Okay.  Talk later?"

"Sure."  We said our goodbyes and hung up.

"I made one mistake a long time ago when my PTSD was really bad.  I still have to deal with it."

"Owen, they are protective of me like they are of you.  If you had been in the hospital a similar question would have been asked."  I said.

"Only thing is you couldn't hurt a fly."  I grabbed a pillow and hit him with it.  He grabbed me and tossed me on the bed.

"I can't get enough of you."  He said.

"Good."  I said laughing as he tickled me.  He rested my foot on a pillow and climbed on top of me.