Planning

Calypso

Why was I so nervous? I held the power. Altas kept reminding me of that fact. However, right now, I feel like a small, rejected child. As I heard the car doors slam outside the cabin, I met them on the deck. When I get to the door, I pause before not wanting to appear too eager to go out.

Once I hear them, I take the first step onto the deck and open the door. Reid was holding a bakery box, and Altas had two coffees in hand. Reid paused at seeing me, and I swear he looked nervous. Altas sidesteps him and sets the coffee down on the wood railing. He can tell I am nervous. I can feel him trying to reassure me through the bond.

He pulls me forward into his muscular arms, and I inhale his scent, letting it calm me. I wrap my arms around his middle, and he doesn’t seem in a hurry to let me go. When he pulls back, he bends down and brings me in for a kiss, and I can feel him trying not to smile into the kiss.

“Let’s go sit out here. The morning is beautiful.” I tell him and whisper