Run.

Uneventful

I was shocked by how quickly Emilia's mood could change. One moment she was growling out of anger towards me for criticizing her god-awful singing, the next I felt her lips graze the back of my neck as her arms wrapped around my waist and her breathe hitting my ear.

"We are so christening every room in this house." She murmured before grabbing my hand and rushing towards the front door.

I could sense Darcy and Chuck following behind us but I was too focused on Mia's words and her hand latched onto mine, unaware that she was drawing patterns using her thumb. She waited with an almost neurotic giddiness for me to open the door to our house.

Our house. I looked at her. This was hers now too and it would be for the rest of eternity.

The door swung open and I couldn't even get a word in before we were in the largest room in the house, my parents' to be exact, and Emilia's lips were plastered to mine, claiming mine, telling me they were hers.

She nipped at my bottom lip and as much as I wished I could take her right then and there I knew we had to stop. So I didn't grant her entrance but that didn't stop her from trying further.

Eventually I had to resort to physically pushing her away and her eyes began dark with anger. Her mood swings were insane and I knew in time I would have enough of them, but right now I wanted to see her smile and I wanted her to make herself comfortable in my room, not my parents'.

"Calm down, Wolverine," I rolled my eyes at her extended claws. "Did you really want to do that in my parents' room? I mean babe, you're hot but this is definitely too freaky."

"What!" Her eyes widened and her hand went to her mouth as little giggles started to echo through the room from her. "I thought this was your house, thus you get the biggest room."

"This is our family home...when we were still a family."

"Where's your room?" She blushed and I ran a hand through my hair before grabbing hers and dragging her downstairs and towards the furthest room in the house.

There were no other rooms near it, most of the rooms were built near my parents' room whilst I was rewarded with the luxury of having the entertainment room beside mine and a small kitchen next to that. Other than that, we were secluded from the rest of the household and it wasn't until that moment that I appreciated my father's architectural genius.

"Your room is huge." Mia looked around, her eyes wondering to everything that was in my room until her eyes settled on a picture frame that had me kneeling down next to Melanie. She was still young in that picture, no older than sixteen but she had just started growing into her beauty. "Melanie?"

I nodded.

"She's really pretty." Mia tried to play off her jealousy but I heard it and she knew it. "I'm trying very hard not to be the jealous girlfriend type, but it was a lot easier when she was just a voice on the phone and not this real-life hot witch that knows more about you than I do."

"Hot, is she?" I raised a brow. "Should I be the jealous one now?" I walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck. "I mean, yeah Mel is pretty hot..."

"Stop." I could hear the pout in her tone. "I'm being serious."

"As am I, Sweetheart." I spun her around until she was facing the mirror against my wall and I could be seen hugging her from the back. "And yeah, Mel is a very hot girl, but look at us. We look hotter than Johnny Depp and Amber Heard. I mean, sure Mel is hot but you, God..." I spun her around to face me and tucked a bit of hair behind her ears. "There was this second the other day when I tried so hard to find the perfect adjective that would describe exactly how beautiful you are but I came up short. You're just...unreal."