Blossom felt her cheeks warm.
“We decided to make things more official after dinner,” Brexton said. “Chief Councilor Borgoz has approved our mating and the papers will be filed.”
“Oh, that’s so wonderful!” Mrs. Connors gushed, then hugged Blossom hard. “The children will be excited I’m sure. Are you going on a honeymoon?”
“What’s a honeymoon?” Brexton asked.
“You remember that post-wedding trip you took inBecause She Loves Me? That was a honeymoon,” Blossom said. “They even called it one.”
“Yes, like Blossom said, it’s what humans do after getting married,” Mrs. Connors said. “A trip for the bride and groom where they can bond away from friends and family.”
“I do recall that scene, but I guess I didn’t remember the term. Maybe once the threat to Blossom and the children has been dealt with,” Brexton said.
“Threat?” asked Mrs. Connors.
“A man is trying to kidnap my mate and children,” Brexton said. “He plans to sell them. There will be a guard around at all times to ensure their safety. If you see anyone you don’t recognize lurking around the property, call the head of security at the Terran station in Los Angeles. This man has a habit of avoiding your human jails.”
Mrs. Connors clutched at her throat. “Oh my. I’ll be extra vigilant and make sure the children are safe. I noticed you had a baby monitor for each room. I’ll take them to my quarters with me so the two of you won’t be disturbed tonight.”
“Thank you for the offer,” Brexton said. “But I would like to take care of them since it’s the first night we’re officially a family.”
Blossom melted a little more at his words. The guy really was just about perfect. She refused to believe he was one hundred percent perfect because such a thing didn’t exist. Right? If she put him up on that pedestal, he’d likely topple off and disappoint her. He was definitely amazing though, and now he was all hers.
“I’ll prepare a special breakfast in the morning,” Mrs. Connors said. “Remember that I’m not far if you need anything.”
She gave them each a hug, then hurried out of the room.
“She lives here?” Blossom asked.
“There’s a small suite at the back of the house. She has her own bedroom, sitting room, and bathroom, with a separate entrance for the days she’s off. I give her every Wednesday and Sunday off so she can have time with her friends and attend church.”
“I’ve never really had a chance to cook much of anything since my kitchens have always been small and cramped, if they worked at all. I’ll have to cook for us the days that she’s not working. It will be a treat to have so much space.”
Brexton gave her waist a squeeze. “Let’s check on the children and go to bed.”
“I sure hope that was code and doesn’t mean you’re ready to go to sleep,” she said as they walked upstairs.
Brexton chuckled. “No, I’m not the least bit tired, but if you need to rest I’ll understand. You’ve had a busy day with a lot of changes.”
She stopped midway up the stairs and looked at him over her shoulder. “If you even think of getting out of our wedding night, I’ll think of something truly horrible to do to you. Like… buy only pink socks for you to wear, or bleach your favorite pants.”
“If that’s your version of horrible, then I think I’ll survive. Although, if you buy me only pink socks, be prepared for my fans to suddenly start wearing only pink socks. I’ve found if I wear something several times, it tends to stick as a trend, which is the oddest thing.”
Blossom rolled her eyes and kept climbing to the second floor. “Yes, it’s completely awful to be you and have people want to copy the things you wear, do, or say. Such a rough life.”
“Mate?”
“Yes, Brexton?”
“Walk faster.”
She laughed, then quietly checked on the children before following Brexton down to the hall to the room they would now share. She already felt more comfortable with him than she had any of the past men she’d been with, and she’d only known him for a day. Part of her wanted to scream that she was acting crazy and being irrational, marrying someone who was still very much a stranger. Then she’d silence the voice and remind herself that Brexton wasn’t like human males. He wasn’t going to break her heart, or hurt her. Not intentionally anyway. There were bound to be communication breakdowns when one or both of them would say something that would hurt the other, but they could work through those.
The door clicked shut behind them and she heard Brexton turn the lock. She faced him, and her heart raced in her chest. It wasn’t like she was a virgin, but for some reason, being with Brexton was different from anything she’d experienced before. Maybe because they were mated and she was his, maybe because he didn’t have sexual experience, or maybe… maybe it was just because he was Brexton, the kindest, most caring, sweetest man she’d ever met. And he was hers.
Slowly, she removed her clothes, watching the heat flare in his eyes as she exposed herself a little at a time. The purple of his eyes darkened after she’d removed all but her bra and panties. His breathing seemed labored as she reached back and popped the clasp on her bra, then let it slide down her arms and fall to the floor. Brexton groaned, and his face tightened as he licked his lips, but he didn’t reach for her. Blossom lowered her panties and let them drop to the carpet at her feet before stepping out of them.
“Blossom, you’re…” He stopped and visibly swallowed. “Beautiful isn’t a strong enough word.”
