Monday morning, I awakened at 4:30am because of propensity. It was difficult for me to get out of bed with a strong arm around me, so I did. I went to the bathroom to do my business and get ready by taking a shower. When I got back to the bedroom, I noticed that Damien wasn't there. I left the room and went to the kitchen to get a banana because I was a little worried. There, I saw Damien standing there with the fridge open. His shirt off, pants hanging low, I groaned a bit and saw that he did that deliberately and with a grin strolled towards me, lifted me onto the counter and began kissing my neck and my imprint. Damien suddenly had my top and jeans unbottoned because I was getting so enraged. Before he continues, I must stop him: "Don't please, let him continue" or "Oh Nia, you are such a horndog." It feels so good, so I might as well. He puts me on the counter. I had heard that friends never let go of each other's hands, but I thought that was an exaggeration. Damien helped me terribly put my clothes back on after we finished. How come you wake up so early?" I responded, "because I am heading to the packhouse to begin breakfast," Damien inquired. Keep in mind that this is what I want to do." I get it; all I was hoping for was for you to hold off for a while, you know. I broke down but refused to give in as he gently kisses each side of my face with a smile. I smiled at him while putting my hand on his chest and gently pulling him back. We have our entire lives to accomplish this together. All I want is to be able to locate my place in the world as well. So, it's time to leave. After saying that, I take a step back, grab my banana, and make my way toward the door. "Wait you don't have to check on me, I will be fine," "I am not checking up on you, more of heading to get more of this," and "I will be there in a couple of hours, and make sure." I am assured that everything will be fine as he kisses my marking spot. I'll see you later, okay? Okay." As I leave, I kiss his lips eight times.
It was pleasant to walk up to the packhouse from the cottage. I have never seen this side of the pack previously. It is stunning.
When I enter the house through the kitchen's back door, I notice that the kitchen has not been properly cleaned. It feels like all of my hard work over the past two years has just hit me hard. I was compelled to complete all of this additional work, which I assumed was already completed, but it turned out to be just me. I have no idea why Alpha Michael detested me so much.
I need to give up and just cook and bake, which is what I love to do. I begin to clean the kitchen up a little bit more in accordance with my standards. Then, I begin to prepare everything by removing the bread, eggs, milk, butter, bacon, and sausage from the refrigerator and placing them on the counter top along with the flour, sugar, and spices from the pantry. On one side of the stove, I placed the meats and the ingredients for the french toast and eggs. I move to the island counter in the middle of the kitchen and begin making the biscuits after preparing the ingredients for them in a bowl. Once the dough is ready, I set it aside, turn on the oven, and prepare the stove for the French toast and meats. While those are going on, I prepare the eggs and bake the biscuits. Before going into the dining room, I move everything that needs to be done to the end of the counter, where there is a heat lamp to keep things warm. While setting up the dining room with plates and silverware, I suddenly stop as I move the prepared food to the buffet area. Footsteps are coming down and getting closer to the dining room. I freeze and pray it's not Alpha Michael. Take a deep breath in, relax, and enjoy the fresh air. I did as she instructed, and after a brief period of relaxation, I noticed that the Luna, not the Alpha, was the source of the scent. As Luna Angie entered the dining room, I continued setting up everything, and when the biscuit timer went off, I ran into the kitchen in the hope that she didn't think she had come down. When I get back, I bring a large plate of my own biscuits, which I set next to the sausage gravy. Luna Angie hugs me for the first time in two years and comes up to the buffet table next to me. "As always, everything looks so delicious." She has a genuine smile on her face as I look up at her. I gave her a second hug. I'm grateful, Luna, Angie.
Luna Angie smiles and looks up at Damien as she releases me and pinches her son's cheek before walking away. Without realizing it, Damien's hand wrapped around my waist from the opposite side and I leaned toward him. As I finish setting up the last-minute items, I smile at Damien. I then snatch Damien a plate and hand it to him and get one for me and after we get our food we head to the table. I follow Damien, who eats with his mother and me while we all eat together. Warriors from the night shift begin to arrive and eat alongside us as we eat. I saw a couple of them gazing at me and grinning. It's as if they had known from the beginning that Damien and I were meant to be together.
Going to the packing house to begin making breakfast.