Page 40 of Obsessed Alphas: Volume Two

“That’s a good man. Learn early that you don’t have a say if there’s twenty pillows on the bed that you don’t even use.” We both chuckle.

“Do you need anything before we leave?”

“I could use something to drink. It’s hot as hell out there.” I lead him to the kitchen where I get him some water from the dispenser. “Thanks.” He takes a long drink before he continues, “We figured since you work a lot that Rosalyn would be here alone, so we wanted to see her for a bit.”

“And check up on me?” I add, knowing exactly what they’re up to. They want to make sure I’m treating their baby well.

“Hey, you two rushed it. I can’t help but worry about my little girl.”

“That’s fine. I’m not bothered at all. I want her happiness, so as long as she wants you here then so be it.”

“Tony,” Rosalyn calls from the stairs.

Moving double-time, I reach the bottom steps and ask, “What’s up, babe?”

“You forgot something.”

“What?”

She wags my toiletry bag. “Ha-ha. I’m glad we came back, or you’ll have to deal with a grizzly bear husband,” I inform her. She loves my scruff in her hands and between her legs.

“Then maybe we should leave it,” she says as she bounces down the steps to me.

“I need the deodorant at least.”

“Yes. Let’s not forget that.” She pinches her nose. I pull her into my arms and kiss the top of her head.

“I love you, babe,” I growl, stealing a peck on her lips.

“I love you more.”

“No chance in hell, babe.” I kiss her again until her dad coughs.

“So who is ready?” Mrs. Vitello asks, acting a little anxious.

“Sure.”

We head back out after they use the restrooms and then the real road trip begins. Three hours into the drive, her parents have fallen asleep, and Rosalyn yawns. “Go to sleep, babe. I have the navigation on.”

“I can’t believe I’m so tired.”

“I’ll take credit for that,” I growl, grabbing her hand and bringing her palm to my lips, giving it a kiss.

“Yes. It’s all your fault.”

The phone rings again, and I say, “I don’t care who else is at our house. We’re not going back.”

“It’s your assistant.”

“Answer it, please. I hope it’s not another problem.”

Rosalyn answers it and says, “Okay,” and then passes the phone to me.

I tuck it under my ear, and say, “Yes.”

“They canceled the meeting in South Padre.”

“Are you serious?”