Mark Me

Settling in: 15

         

              I walked towards his bed room to do as I was told. His voice held comand but he wasn't angry. Through his huge wooden door, I pushed to enter the lavish room. It was as gorgeous as I remembered, the dark wood stared back at me. Now, which door was the closest? Looking I spotted an extra door and entered, to my surprise the closet was actually fully stocked with all of my belongings and sharing half the space was Tyler's. Honestly, they sat beautifully side by side. Like they were meant to be this way.

                 Six dresser drawers and racks of hanging clothes later I finally settled on one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, comfort at its peak. I may be a big girl but Tyler's huge shoulders and toned waste allowed for a pretty comfortable fight around my curves and I loved it. Walking from the closet I noticed a figure sprawled out on his bed. His head lifted up and began gawking. Wow. I jumped in the bed next to him and did the same, as my eyes roamed the body of a God, no an Alpha. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me flush with his body.

           "Mmmm, why are you so beautiful? And in my clothes..." he grunted and leaned his head in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent. I refused to speak. Speak? And say what? I'm not beautiful, what do you see in me? I don't deserve you..

          "You're Perfect Emma, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, I don't deserve you." Whoops.. guess that wasn't in the comfort of my own brainwalls! I relaxed more and more as Tyler's breathing soothed me to sleep. How do you love someone if you can't love yourself? I don't even know how to begin to love me.. the last thing I heard before sinking into our plush California King was,

             "I can not even begin to tell you how much I love you." As soft kisses were laid on my cheek.

             That night I dreamt of a beautiful family. Tyler and I were blessed with good fortune and four babys, all of which could change just like Tyler, be just like Tyler. Our two daughters picked daisys as our boys played football with their father in the same field. I watched in bliss as I rubbed my newly pregnant stomach which craddled our fifth. Tears rolled down my face as the joy of life took over. I was in love with Tyler. We had land and the most beautiful brown haired, blue eyed children.

              I was jolted from my dream when arms began to shake me and beg,

                "Emma, baby, please come back to me." Tyler's voice woke me hard as I opened my eyes to his deep blue ones, laced with so much worry.

             "Tyler, why are you waking me?" The confusion blinded me as I never noticed the salty liquid that laid on my cheeks.

              "Why were you crying, talk to me, let me fix it." Definitely don't deserve him. But the truth is there was nothing to fix, everything was perfect. I was crying happy tears, not sad. Smiling to touched his cheek, laying a gentle kiss on his heart,

              "Baby, I was crying happy tears, my dream was just so beautiful." I blushed because I knew he thought I was sad and he cared enough to ask.

                 Smirking he asked me to fill him in on the dream until I finally was comfortable enough to settle in.