Immoral - G. Bailey Page 0,39
let them wait.”
“Henry,” I groan, and he chuckles, pressing one sweet kiss on my lips before picking me up and dropping me back on the floor.
“Later we are replaying this moment, darlin’,” he insists, and I totally agree.
“What is this surprise then?” I question as he links our fingers, leading me out of the kitchen through the backdoor to our small garden with a stone path leading down the middle of it. Aala is standing at the end of the path with Ren, Thallon and Myles, and holding a small white bundle of fur in her arms. She turns, and I get a good look at the chunky puppy in her arms. I have no clue what breed it is, but it is stunning and so very cute.
“Surprise!” Myles says, and Aala looks ridiculously happy as she skips to me and hands me the puppy. I lift him up, seeing that he is a boy by the looks of things, and cuddle him to my chest. He licks my chin, and I’m in love. Nothing else is needed.
“We found a dog on the beach a few weeks ago with her pups, she must have swum out or been dumped in the sea and then had her pups here. We couldn’t sense anyone else,” Myles starts to explain.
“There were five pups, and the mother has been adopted by Suzie, and all the other pups have homes. We chose the biggest pup for you, what do you think?” Thallon asks.
“I think I’m hella lucky,” I say, feeling like crying. I always wanted a dog, a house with a man I loved, and the future. They each have given me that and so much more. “Thank you!”
“Anything for our queen,” Ren says, locking his eyes with mine. “What do you think of the name Prince?”
“I think our little Prince is perfect,” I say, holding the pup up, seeing his brown eyes. Our future could not get better than this. We have the world.
Epilogue
Eight years later
Sitting in the tea house, I watch the endless rows of people walk past on the other side of the glass, my hands cupped around the mug on the table in front of me. Even when I’m the queen of a supernatural race, I still love sitting with humans like I’m one of them. The weather has dropped into an autumn chill, the leaves are falling off the trees and coating the ground. The tea shop smells like the muffins they have on display, mixed with the strong scent of the coffee they are making. Everything about his tea house puts me at home, relaxes me into forgetting who I am. I can almost ignore the two vampires sitting on the bench outside, pretending to be human. Ren always sends them with me, and he always thinks I don’t know.
Every single Friday, at twelve o’clock, my mum and dad walk into this tea house and sit at the same table in front of me. I try not to watch them come in, not until my mum places her pale pink coat on the chair in front of my table and looks back at me. Her blonde hair, just like mine, is now going a little grey, but it only adds to her beauty. Wrinkles decorate her face, reminding me of the fact she will grow old and die one day, while I won’t for a very long time…but despite it all, my heart warms from just seeing her.
“Kaitlyn!” my mum says, and I grin up at her from my seat. How I wish I could stand up and hug her. She still has no clue who I am, but I’m the friend who walks her dog down her street sometimes and has tea in the same shop she does. I’m the stranger she almost thinks she knows...and I’m okay with that. It’s better than nothing. I’m in her life, and it gives me some kind of comfort. “It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen you. How have you been?”
“I’ve been good, thank you. I’m just about to meet a friend here, actually, and tell her about my recent holiday,” I say, and she nods with a beaming smile.
“Well, I hope you had a good time. It’s good to see you again, Kaitlyn,” she says and stares at me for a second longer than normal. I almost wish she could remember, and I wonder if deep down, some part of her does. If she sees herself in my curly