The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

I walk into the living room for some privacy and Rixon nervously follows.

'So, I had a little chat with our son earlier after I disturbed him in his bedroom with some girl,' I start, crossing my arms over my chest as Rixon swallows hard.

'And he informed me that not only had you slept with the same number of women at his age, you think his actions are, and I quote 'perfectly fine',' I finish, and he sighs heavily.

'Okay, so the first part is not important, it was before I met you so you can't get mad!' He defends himself and I raise an eyebrow in disbelief, 'And I never said that I was perfectly fine with it, I just said I didn't have a problem with it like you do!' He explains and it's my turn to sigh.

'Am I overreacting' I ask him, suddenly questioning myself.

'No, baby I get why you care, you have a point that he might regret this when he meets his mate,' he tells me gently, reaching out and putting his arms around my waist, 'But it's his life and it's his choice, we can only advise him and you've made it perfectly clear how you feel,' he says, kissing my forehead and enveloping me in that tantalizing scent of his.

'I know it's his choice, I only asked him not to do it at our house, I feel like a brothel with the bloody footfall coming in and out of our home and I don't want the children seeing it,' I reply and lean my head against his hard chest.

'You're right, in the house isn't okay, I'll speak to him,' he promises and kisses my head again.

'Thank you,' I mumble, wanting to stay here in his arms instead of doing Maths homework but I know I have to move.

'You look really fit today by the way,' he whispers huskily in my ear and a shiver of desire runs through me.

'Maths then some alone time' I ask, looking up at his warm, onyx eyes twinkling with naughty thoughts.

'Sounds good wifey,' he jokes and kisses me before I can reply. His lips move confidently against mine, I wrap my arms around his neck and press myself against him.

'Ew, stop that and come help me!' I hear Talen complain and I reluctantly pull away from my yummy husband.

'I'll call the grandparents,' Rixon says, winking at me. He knows my parents don't like being referred to as grandparents, makes them feel old. Don't get me wrong, they love being grandparents, but they don't like being called them.

I sit down with Talen and Malika to help with their homework, we're just finishing when the front door opens and my fourth child and eldest daughter, sixteen—year—old Tahlia, enters the house.

'MUM!' She shouts and comes running into the kitchen, I look up from the table in surprise.

'What is it' I ask as she jumps up and down, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

'I met my mate!' She yells and does a little happy dance.

'Oh my God, that's amazing!' I reply, jumping up to give her a hug. I glance over at Rixon to gauge his reaction, he closes his eyes and exhales slowly, 'And so it begins,' he says quietly, his voice filled with dread and disappointment.

'Oh stop being dramatic,' I roll my eyes at him and turn my attention back to my daughter.