Page 143 of Enzo

She watches me closely, but eventually sits down beside me.

Taking a deep breath, I filled her in on what I walked in on last night.

Michaela shoots to her feet. “I’m going to cut off his penis and skin her alive.”

I stand to my feet and walk over to her. Grabbing her hands in mine, I try to calm her down.

“Why does he have to lose his dick?”

She glares up at me. “Fine, I’ll skin them both.”

I chuckle. “You will not do either. I talked to them, and they have agreed to keep the relationship PG.”

She scoffs. “They don’t need talking to. They need their asses whipped. Neither of them are old enough to take care of themselves, or a baby for that matter.”

“That’s true.” I avoid the ache of the reminder that she and I will never have a kid. “But I was very stern with them. Trust me, they learned their lesson.”

She stares at me and then laughs. “Yeah, okay.”

Letting go of her hands, I fold mine over my chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You want me to believe you were mean to Marley?”

“Why is that hard to believe?”

She laughs as she walks over to the dresser, pulling out one of her night shirts. “She has you wrapped around her pinky.”

“She does not,” I argue.

“Yes she does,”my wolf adds.

She places her shirt on the dresser and then grabs a pair of underwear, as if I’m going to let her keep them on.

“Tell me again, what are you building in the backyard?”

I clear my throat before I speak. “A chicken coop.”

She nods, placing her hand on her hips. “All because she mentioned one time she wanted to raise chickens.”

Alright, she had me there. I have definitely spoiled Marley these last few weeks. First it was the bookshelf, then we painted her room, then we made a window seat for her to read. Now it’s the chicken coop.

I have to laugh at myself.

“You got me,” I say, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into me. “But this time I did fuss at her. She even cried. You have to trust me.”

She laughs, raising up on her toes, she wraps her arms around my neck and places a quick kiss to my lips.

“I believe you,” she whispers. “But at least tell me you threatened them.”

“Absolutely. They were terrified.”

She tosses her head back and laughs at my lie. She gives me one more kiss before heading to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” she teases when I take my clothes off.

“I have about four hours to put you in the best mood ever.”

Her gaze narrows. “What happens at 9 am?”

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