Page 4 of Knot that Simple

I looked down to the sign in my hands, and I knew flowers were going to look better. I scanned the arrivals, my eyes stopping on a shop just to our right. It wasn’t going to be big and beautiful, but it was at least something.

“Oisin, go to the shop?—”

The words died on my lips when I saw her coming out of the gates. There was no mistake—that was Gabriela, I felt it in my bones.

Smooth brown complexion, curly hair piled on top of her head. She was dressed in simple black leggings, showing off her thick legs, and a jumper. Her eyes were big and brown, her bottom lip full. She was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.

My heart stopped beating as she found me, her eyes moving over the sign I had in my hands to our expecting faces. She licked her lips and gripped the hand of the little girl beside her before marching our way.

The girl, Alice, was exactly like her mother, but her skin was a couple of tones darker and her hair braided. They had the same eyes, though, the same uncertain expression, as they reached us.

“Hi.” Her tone was raspy and low as she blinked twice, craning her neck up to look at me.

Jesus, she was breathtaking.

Her eyes left me and scanned my brothers, from Oisin to Tadgh. Tadgh opened a goofy smile, probably blinding her, but she was a good sport and smiled back, even if timid.

“This is Alice,” she said when none of us could utter a word.

My eyes fell to the girl, and I cleared my throat trying to say something clever.

Welcome to Ireland.

I’m glad you’re here.

I wasn’t sure what, but I wanted to say something.

As usual, though, words failed me. I wasn’t good at this but, fuck me, I wanted to be good.

Thankfully, Oisin was. He took the bags off them, passing them to me and Tadgh.

“We are so glad you’re here. How was your trip?”

“It was good.” She nodded and then cleared her throat. “It was our first time on a plane.”

“Oh, so that was very special,” Tadgh said, kneeling down to Alice. “Are you excited about Ireland?”

Gabriela tugged her daughter. “Ele esta perguntando se voce esta animada pra Irlanda?”

The girl nodded big at Tadgh, and he chuckled. “Well, I’m going to show you the best spots.”

Gabriela translated again and then turned to us with a little wince as she said. “She doesn’t speak English yet. But she’s very smart. I’ve been going through a few words with her.”

“That’s ok. We can teach her in time,” Oisin smoothed over. “Sorry, we never introduced ourselves. I’m Oisin, this is Tadgh, and this is Lorcan.”

“Oh,” Gabriela gasped and then giggled. “I had no idea how to pronounce your names. I was saying them wrong in my head all along.”

“I bet we say Gabriela wrong too,” Tadgh said.

She nodded. “Gabriela.” She emphasized thebriwith a roll of her tongue.

I swallowed the groan going up my throat. I knew I wanted an omega, but I had no idea it was going to be her. She was too pretty, too perfect. Every brush of her face was perfectly designed. Her raspy tone with her Brazilian accent stirred something primal in me, and I was in the middle of the airport, in the world of betas who had no idea who we were.

And I wanted to eat her whole. I felt my knot swelling, heavy against the zipper, begging me to take her right in the middle of the airport. Her perfume reached me, and I was suddenly drunk on her scent. Cinnamon and sugar. She smelled like a baked good.

“Let’s head out,” Oisin interrupted my perverted dreams. “We have a quite road ahead. Did Teresa tell you about where we’re going?”

Gabriela nodded and followed him, passing in front of me with an uncertainty I didn’t like. I wanted her to jump into my arms and feel at home. Instead, she was looking at me like I was a stranger.

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