Page 63 of Black and White, Twice the Might
I lean up and kiss him, tangling one of my hands in his hair. I lose myself in the kiss before slowly pulling back. Goddess, I love this man so much.
“So, what’s wrong, and don’t think you can distract me with your kisses? I mean, you can distract me with your kisses, well, with just a look really, honestly, you’re always distracting me and you probably don’t even realise it. I’m amazed I can do anything when you’re around,” Sly babbles happily.
I laugh and kiss him again before pulling back and touching his cheek. “Have I told you lately just how much I love you?”
“Not since last night, so that’s quite remiss of you. You should have at least told me as you prodded me awake. I much prefer the wafting of coffee under my nose, I might add.”
“Sorry,” I say. “Drink your coffee and I’ll wake the boys up.”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” Sly says, tightening his arms around me slightly.
I sigh and relax into him again. “It’s just me being silly, thinking that when we get to the bank, our money would have disappeared and we’d lose the house.”
“Sweetheart, that won’t happen, but if it does, I have no problem magicking the money from somewhere and buying the house.”
“You know what? I’d probably help you do that,” I confess.
“Good, now go wake the boys. I need my coffee moment.”
I laugh and give Sly a quick kiss before picking up his coffee and handing it to him.
We don’t lingerover breakfast this morning, all of us excited to go to the bank and transfer the house money. I still can’t believe how cheap the place is. If that house had been for sale in a larger town or village, it would be practically double the price.
We have to drive to one of the larger towns so we can find our bank, and once there, we have to jump through hoops to transfer the money.
There are so many safety checks in place now, stopping you from handing your money over to scammers. Thankfully, we brought all the house documents with us, our bank account details and proof of our IDs, but it still took over an hour. Finally, though, we have the receipt showing the money has been transferred.
“I can’t believe we have our very own house,” Enoch says happily, as we leave the bank, a spring in his step.
“Yeah, it will be nice staying somewhere permanently,” Xander puts in, “and you’ll have a permanent chocolate workshop.”
“I know. I can’t wait to unpack everything and start creating again,” I really have missed chocolate making.
“Oh, we can pick up our glass creations today,” Enoch reminds us. “I can’t wait to show John.”
I grin at Sly before looking at my brother. “That’s okay. Neither Sly nor I wanted to see your creations, anyway.”
Enoch rolls his eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that. Of course I’ll show you two, but John told us to show him as well.”
“I’m glad you like John so much,” Sly comments.
“He’s what I always wish Dad was like,” Xander says softly.
I slip my arm around him. “I’m sorry Father turned into a monster.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” he replies, leaning into me slightly.
“And you did rescue us,” Enoch says. He looks at Sly and grins. “Did I ever thank you for throwing him into that wall?”
Sly laughs. “You did. And if I ever see him again, I will throw him into another wall, but not any of our house walls, as we’ll put wards around the house so that if he ever discovers where we are, he can’t enter our home.”
“We could find a spell that will melt him,” Enoch suggests.
Xander stands up straight and moves next to Enoch. “Or one that cuts him into little pieces.”
“A bit bloody, but we could have lasers cut him up, or,” Enoch says, “killer pigs.”
“I like that and pigs eat everything, so no one will ever know.”
