Bring Honor to the Alpha

Chapter 8

---Katrina---

I was laying on the couch with Brad, he was sort of lounging on the couch, the palm of his hand softly rubbing my back.  The phone rang, he answered it.  "Hello?"  he said.  "Hey dad.  Did you get it?"  he asked.  He smiled.  "Great, thanks dad.  I owe you one."  He hung up.  "Come on baby, get packed and get ready."

"For what?"  I asked.

"You'll see."  he pulled me upstairs and grabbed out my suitcase then he grabbed his.  "Grab enough stuff for a week."  we were on a break from class.

"What'd you do?"  I asked.

"You'll see."  he said kissing me softly.  "Please, baby.  For me?"

"Fine."

"You'll just have to trust me, can you do that?"

"Yes."  he kissed me again.

"I love you so much okay?"

"I love you too."  I said.  I packed my suitcase and he carried it downstairs.

At the airport, Brad and I were waiting in the line to board the plane, his arm resting around my waist, his other hand softly caressing my injuried ribs.  He handed the attendant our tickets and we boarded the plane.  "So, where we going to be staying at?"

"My mom and dad have a cabin in Colorado.  I figured flying would be easier for you."

"Will we be staying in the same room?"  I asked.

"It currently only has one room with a bed.  I'll be on the floor."

"No you won't."

"I don't think it would be right for me to stay in the same bed as you."

"Why not?"

"Something might happen."

"So what if something happens?  I want something to happen."  I said.

"We'll see okay?  I love you.  You're hurt and I just thought you wanted to wait.  Especially since..."

"You don't know what I want.   I may have had sex before but at least I didn't have a kid."  I said.

"What?"  

"Your brother told me you had a kid with your ex."

At the cabin, I was changing the bandage on my cheek.  "Bradley?"  I said walking in from the bathroom.  He was on the floor beside the bed.

"What?"

"Will you help me please?"

"You didn't need help telling me off, oh wait, you went to my brother for that.  Why do you need my help?"

"I didn't mean it.  You just don't want me.  I get it."  I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.  I put some antibiotic ointment on my cut face and put a bandage on it.  I looked at my ribs and saw the bruises   The door opened and Brad pushed me into the counter his lips met mine.

"Say you'll marry me."  he said lifting me onto the counter

"Why?  You don't want me.  What good is it going to do?"

"I do want you.  You have no idea how much I really want you."  he said.  "Marry me."  he whispered against my lips.  He kissed me deeply.

Morning came, I woke up to my sleeping fiance.  His arms holding me extremely close to his muscular frame.  Fiance.  Mrs. Katrina Ericson.  Interesting ring to it.  "Don't think too hard love."  Brad's voice was so sexy after just waking up.