I didn't even hear him come in.
“Hello, my baby boy,” I cooed.
Alec gasped from behind me. “How does he fucking do that?”
I smiled as I leaned over and scratched behind Storm's ears. “Because he is a cool dog.”
“This is not funny, he doesn't make a fucking sound... it's not right, not right at all!”
I grinned. “I told you,” I said as I turned around to face Alec again. “He is a ninja dog.”
Alec huffed and leaned to the right and lifted his hand to his face, pointed two fingers at his eyes then pointed the same two fingers at Storm. “I'm watching you, big man.”
Storm farted in response.
I burst out laughing then fled the room before the death like smell filled my nose.
“Damn dog,” Alec muttered as he quickly followed me out of the room, and down the hallway. “In the new house he isn't staying inside, he will learn to sleep outside in the backyard in his dog house.”
Yeah, like that would ever happen.
“Alec, there is a better chance of you sleeping in the dog house than Storm sleeping out there.”
Alec muttered something to himself as he passed me and entered the kitchen.
“What was that?” I asked, smiling as I followed.
He glanced at me. “I said I wouldn't be surprised.”
I cackled, “Good, because he is me baby. He was here before you were, big lad—don't forget that.”
Alec looked at me and deadpanned, “How can I forget? When he is in the room and I even attempt to cop a feel he comes over and pushes his way between us. In dog speak, he tells me to back the fuck off his mama.”
I burst out laughing.
“That's so true,” I beamed.
Alec's lip quirked before he shook his head and looked down to the kitchen drawers. “Are you eating and then packing or packing then eating?”
Was that a serious question?
“Eatin' first... duh,” I replied.
Alec blew out an extra amount of air from his nose as he smiled. “Sit down then, I'll make you something.”
I shook my head. “Thanks for the offer, but I'm just goin' to have some yogurt and fruit.”
Alec raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
I deadpanned, “I've been talkin' the past week about dietin'.”
Did he listen to anything I say?
Alec glanced down at my body then back up to my head. “It's working, you look great.”
He was so full of it.
“Oh, bite me!” I grunted. “I haven't lost any weight yet, you lick arse. Stop lookin' to get some extra points with your silly compliments.”
Alec grinned. “I'm not fishin' for points, I was just pointing out that you look great. Even if you lose a little bit of weight you will still look great. What does that tell you?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “That you're a chubby chaser?”
Alec laughed. “No, smartass. It means you look great as is. Nothing you do can improve how beautiful you are, Kitten. You're naturally stunning.”
I stared at Alec and snorted.
“I'm not having sex with you today.”
“You say that every day and guess what? We still have sex every day... twice yesterday if I recall, three times if you include last night.”
“I get it,” I growled. “I have a weakness for your cock. No need to rub it in me face.”
“There is always a need to rub my cock in your face.”
Alec said this with a straight face and serious tone. I just laughed and shook my head. “Go get the movin' van and I'll get a start on packin'.”
“It's a moving truck,” Alec casually said as he walked by me and slapped my arse.
I yelped as a stinging pain spread across my behind. “It's a van here, not a truck. Get it right or I'm kickin' you out of the country.”
Alec chuckled as he headed down the hallway to our bedroom where he got dressed. Not two minutes later he came back down the hallway fully clothed and grabbed the keys to his recently bought SUV. The bloody thing was huge, but it was what he wanted so I didn't open my mouth. It was his money after all—he could buy whatever he wanted for himself.
I drew a line on what he could buy me though and that frustrated the hell out of him.
“I'll be back in an hour,” he said and put on his coat.
I nodded my head as I opened the fridge door. “Drive safe.”
“I always do,” he said. “Love you.”
I smiled as I scanned the contents of the fridge. “I love you, too.”
With that said he was out the door and on his way to get Kane so they could get the moving van. I looked around my apartment and groaned out loud. I really wished I started packing during the week when Alec asked me to, but once I was in my writing cave, it was hard to drag me from it.
Alec knows that all too well.
I was going over edits for my first novel that I had been writing for the last year. I must have read the manuscript a million times, and each time I did re-writes. I changed something every single time I read it, whether it was a new sentence or a single word change and that freaked me out. I was worried in case I wouldn't be happy with the final product when I eventually self-published it so I kept putting it off.
I shook off the thoughts that have been worrying me lately and gazed out at my sitting room as I leaned against my kitchen counter. I swallowed down the sorrow that filled me. I have lived in this apartment since I was nineteen, and now I was going to be moving into a house so big my entire apartment could fit into the sitting room. Maybe not the whole sitting room, but definitely half of the downstairs.
Alec and I were moving to Upton... across the road from where his brothers and Branna lived. It was the exact same styled house, same layout, same number of bedrooms, same everything and it was facing the Slater/Murphy residence. It was too big for Alec, myself, and Storm, but Alec insisted when we had children the size would be perfect. It was a six-bedroom house, one was ours and that left five empty rooms. I don't know how many kids he planned on us having, but I wasn't a bloody oven. He couldn't just fill me up with his buns and set a cooking timer for nine months.