Alpha's Blind Luna novel Chapter 91

I smiled, sitting on a blanket in the grassy fields just north of the town center. Zeke was up, running through the grass after our two munchkins who were laughing and trying to avoid him. At one point, Reagan made a quick turn and Zeke must have caught something because he fell out of my sight into the grass. Roaring, I paused my snacking as I tried not not inhale the crackers. Rowan and Reagan had converged on my mate only to climb on top, their heads now visible above the grass.

Suddenly, both of them were lifted up, Zeke carrying each one under his arms and getting back to me and the picnic spread we had laid out.

Once depositing the kids, Zeke flopped down unceremoniously, laying on the blanket. Rowan and Reagan started to rummage through the smaller of the picnic baskets. I clicked my tongue and they both looked up at me.

“Are you hungry?”

Both their heads nodded furiously and I wondered if their necks were still connected.

“Alright. But while you eat, you cannot leave the blanket. The moment you leave, it means you’re done eating. Is that understood?”

I smiled as the bobble heads came back with gusto.

“Alright then.”

The two of them grabbed their own lunch pails that Zeke packed for them. The rest was stuff for the two of us. Our little family picnic date today.

“You’re up next. I don’t know if I can handle another round.”

I chuckled. “Hungry? Thirsty?”

Zeke raised his eyebrow at me, leaning up on his elbows. “I’m always thirsty…”

I growled low and he smirked. “Food, Zeke. Food and drink.”

“Oh alright. Sure. Food and drink.”

Shaking my head, I pulled out a couple of sandwiches and some blood orange soda Simon’s mate started to make with his brewery equipment. He was a little salty about it, considering she only started about a month and a half ago, and already she was selling more than his alcohol.

Zeke sat up, grabbing the sandwich from me first. He the grabbed the soda but with my hand as well, the sparks shooting up my arm and I smirked as he didn’t let go.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

His smiled widened before his fingers slipped off mine and he took the soda. Sighing, I only shook my head. Looking back over at the pups, they were happily eating and trading foods back and forth multiple times. The day was beautiful and I was so glad we got to get out and enjoy it.

“I have a gift for you.”

Zeke’s eyes narrowed. “A gift?”

“Well. Our anniversary is coming up in a couple months and I wanted to do something for it.” I looked down, my hands fidgeting in my lap. “I haven’t been the best mate over these past couple of years. I know that.”

“Vale, you need to stop apologizing. There was nothing to say sorry for and you shouldn’t feel the need to make it up to me. You’ve been amazing, more than I could ask.”

I gave him a sad smile, stopping whatever he was going to say. “Still, I want to give you so much more. You’re my mate and my family.”

“And we are the pups!” Rowan chimed in, now both of them listening to the serious conversation Zeke and I were having.

“Yes, yes you are.” I held open my arms and both of them climbed into my lap. “But your Dad doesn’t always get it right. Sometimes, he needs to do special things for Daddy, to make up for that.” My gaze fell on Zeke again, a light smile on his face.

“You don’t have to. It has been just one bad thing after another. I would never hold it against you.”

Closing my arms around Reagan and Rowan, they squealed as I squished them tighter and tighter. “That’s what makes Daddy so wonderful. That doesn’t mean that I don’t need to be better.”

“You have been, Vale. You don’t…”

I shook my head. “I know I don’t. But you deserve it, my mate. So I’m taking you to Berlin for four days. I know it’s not much but…”

“Germany? Really? I haven’t been, at least not in the vacation aspect. The pups…”

Kissing both their heads, I let the squirm out of my grip and back to their lunch boxes. “Will be staying with Uncle Bryan…”

They both wrinkled their noses.

“…and Uncle Hector.”

Their faces lit up and they whooped, giving each other a high five. Zeke chuckled.

“Well, we know who the favorite Uncle is.”

Reagan made a sour face. “Uncle Bryan puts pool noodles everywhere. And says we can’t run or jump or do anything.”

Rowan chimed in, but his mouth was full of the sandwich, making crumbs fly everywhere. “We can sit and read.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Rowan.” Zeke admonished him. He turned to me. “So just the two of us? For four days?”