My husband? Oh he's a mafia boss

Coming Home to You

        ((A/N: This is a mix of long and short story (Im only doing about 10 chapters each so 20 total, past and present) Im sorry if that wasnt made clear. Also they are Vampires and shifters))

                                                                         ~Star's POV~

        ~half an hour ago~ 

I decided to leave the base and go home, seeing as there wasnt anything I needed to do. My portion of the work was done. I managed to do more than half of my husband, Buddy's. I felt tired so I turned to my brother in law, "Hey Gidget. I'm going to get home. I'm not feeling so great right now." He only raised his head slightly and nodded. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you home myself?" I could hear the soft low rumble of my mates voice in my head. "Buddy I'll be fine, don't worry." 

I knew that if he was sitting in front of me he would grumble darkly and probably just take me home himself anyways. I couldn't help myself but to laugh at my mate and his tendencies. Knowing he was stuck in a meeting with the other SFB (S.an F.ransisco B.ay) bosses made me laugh more. I knew for a FACT he hated meetings especially when I wasn't with him. Deciding it best to leave while I had my chance I picked up my keys and walked outside to my truck.

        ~Present~

I sprawled myself out onto the couch after a nice hot shower. Next thing I knew I'd fallen asleep. I dont know how long I slept but I woke up to the feeling of heat on my back and belly and the strong scent of my mate invading my senses. Smiling slightly I turned in his arms to face him and burrow my face into his neck. Buddy only chuckled softly at my cat-like antics. "You haven't fed today have you?" He murmured softly to me as he stroked my hair out of my face. I silently shook my head and licked his neck slightly, biting down I drank his blood. After an incident a few months ago of poisoned blood bags I nearly died from it. Buddy refused to allow me to drink from a blood bag ever again, same rule applies for my sister in law Kirsten. 

To say my mate is over protective is a massive understatement. Half the time he wont let me out of his sight. Drinking my fill I pulled away and licked the rest away, when I get extremely hungry I have a bad habit of making a mess. Like I did now, oops...