“She already looks like she has a grudge against me,” I protested.
“She’s an alpha, which means she thinks she has to look out for everyone a hell of a lot more than she actually does. But you want to be close with her, alright? She and my sister-in-law are practically best friends. They get pedicures every other week at a set time, and get together to do crafts and shit. You’ll like it.”
“Do I strike you as a pedicure and crafts kind of girl?” I hissed.
“No, you don’t,” he said calmly. “But you deserve to be loved the way my family loves each other, and me. And you, by default. So we’re going to get dressed, and go downstairs, and you’re going to pretend you’re okay with letting them give you quick hugs so that we can get this over with and go back to sleep.”
I groaned. “Fine.”
He kissed me slowly, and then pulled away.
I made a face at him, and he kissed me again. “She already found you in my bed, so she’s going to be nice to you.”
“Most moms wouldn’t like finding a girl in their son’s bed,” I pointed out, as Zed tugged some clothes on.
“When it comes to your kid’s mate, finding them in bed together is like winning the damn lottery.”
“Why?”
“Because it means they don’t hate each other, and they’re either surviving the mating process or have already survived it.”
I sighed. “You’re lucky you’re so hot, or I would already be snoring under those blankets again.”
“I know.” His lips brushed my cheek, his hand finding my lower back as we crossed the hallway. “I won’t tell them anything about your life that you don’t bring up. How much you let them know about you is entirely up to you.”
Gratitude swept through me at that, and I nodded. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” His lips brushed my forehead, and he stepped away far enough to let me get dressed.