Page 95 of My Haven
He nodded. “Then I won’t mind my ears from now on. They are my gift to you.”
“God! How can you be this sweet?”
“Mother said all three of us came out with sweet temperaments because she lived off of sugar for the five years she had us.”
“My mom said she ate the same pack of crackers and had a diet coke everyday of her pregnancy, which might be why I love a variety of food.”
Caiden looked down at her. “That couldn’t have been healthy.”
“Let’s just say I’m lucky to be alive with functioning body parts. She didn’t want to gain weight when she was pregnant. I think she even smoked when she was having Mike, to keep her birth weight low.”
“Do I have to meet your mother? I would try to be polite, but I’m not sure that would be possible knowing that”, he admitted.
She shook her head. “Both her and my father are out of my life. Mike and I walked away when I was twenty and she was twenty-two. The last Arlo checked, they were living in the Keys, enjoying retirement.”
“You have my parents now,” he offered. “And my brothers.”
“And half the damn fae court evidently,” she said, then grinned. “Wait until Arlo hears I got to meet the former, and current fae queens. That’s what he gets for putting his hoe-like ways before me.”
“And if he were interrupting us?” Caiden asked.
“Oh yeah. Never mind. I’ll tease him about going to fae-land, but not about mating. He has a high sex drive on a normal Tuesday, we probably won’t see him for a while.”
“I overheard Meryn asking if being a water witch meant he could create lube,” Caiden said.
Genevieve wasn’t expecting to hear that and inhaled spit causing her to choke. Caiden rubbed her back as she gasped for air. “She what?”
“Evidently, they took, ’The Butt Sex’ lessons in Noctem Falls. I’m assuming it was more sex ed, than demonstration. Aiden wouldn’t let anything crazy happen,” he explained.
“I am going to bribe her to find out what she learned.”
“It wouldn’t take much, she loves food as much as you do.”
She shivered and all at once they were lifted up, and tucked under the covers as the bed began to warm up. “Oh my god, can you warm my feet in the winter?”
“Easily,” he said. He looked down. “I really wish you would be more impressed by my bedroom skills, not my domestic ones.”
She looked up at him. “We’ll probably use your domestic ones more.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Right?”
He smiled.
“Right?”
“Genevieve?”
“Yeah?”
“I will take up that gauntlet.”
She climbed up on top of him straddling his waist. “Bring it,” she challenged.
And. He. Did.
Chapter Thirteen
