“Not much to be honest. It was a large estate at one point. Lord someone or the other owned it. Then it got sold off into smaller parcels and people built houses. I bought the house, and then when the land came up forsale, I bought it so no one could build on it, to be honest. Why?”
“My dreams were always me trying to get to the cottage in the woods and not making it. Here I am now, in real life, by a cottage in some woods.”
He sat beside and placed his arm around me. “We’ll do this place up, make it aholiday homein the back garden,” he said, chuckling.
“I’d like that.”
I leaned into him and sighed. I felt happy and content. I didn’t care who my parents were, where I came from, as long as I had him. I told him that.
“Also, I want to be real married sooner rather than later. Or at least I want a ring to show we are pretend married.”
“You want something that binds you to me?” he asked, smirking.
“Yep. I want people to know I’m yours and you are mine.”
He laughed. “Leave it to me.”
We sat for little while just watching the trees sway in the breeze.
“You know, maybe you’ve found your way home, finally, Ruby. This, me, is your home.”
He was right. I was home. I was in the place I’d longed to be. A place of comfort and safety, of wanting and needing. Of being wanted and being needed.
I shuffled around until I’d straddled his lap. He held my hips and looked at me.
“Yep, I’m home, finally.”
I lowered my head and kissed the man that made it all happen for me.
My Mr. Wolfe.
My wolf in sheep’s clothing.
The leader of his pack.
“What’s the time, Mr. Wolfe?” I mumbled.
“Time for dinner, Ruby.”
The End
