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The fear I felt when I made the bad joke about Ayla rejecting me was almost as bad as the fear I had when I woke up. To find my personal wing empty and Ayla gone. My first thought was that she had left me. Only all her stuff was still here, my note from this morning tucked in the first edition copy of Pride and Prejudice my parents gave her. From then- on out I spiraled imagining the most horrible things to have happened to her. Never did I consider the idea that she was making me breakfast. Let alone that she would be sitting at the breakfast table hysterically laughing at my bad joke. After she had let me hug her and sniff her neck. to calm down. When she hadn’t even accepted me as her mate yet. All those little actions made me feel so much lighter. My father was right, I shouldn’t have tried to compete with the man who rejected her. I should have treated her like I would have my mate regardless of her past. She agrees to hear me out but I still get excited about that.
“We are going to sell the Porsche, but I want you to have a car. I want you to be able to always come to me whenever you want to. I realized I don’t have to spoil you like you are a sweet Princess. Even if I hope that someday you will be” I sigh up until now Ayla had just been listening and she is still smiling.
But if this plan doesn’t work, I might mess it up again and I just love that we are back to the easy–going, relaxed atmosphere we had last weekend.
“I’ll get you whatever car you want, and I will give the remaining money
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to an organization that helps children read?” I continued anyway and I am glad that I did.
She beams at me and before she even opens her mouth I knew this was the right thing to do. I need to thank Dad, as soon as I can. Maybe when Ayla goes shopping with my mother. Another thing that made met incredibly happy. Even better when she agreed to take my card to buy herself a dress. It took some convincing but that was okay. I need to get used to the fact that I had a stubborn independent mate.
“I’m afraid this isn’t just going to be a family BBQ right?” She chuckled. nervously.
Maybe she was an introvert like me. I could see her curled up on the couch reading a book instead of going to a party. Then again her childhood home was full of pictures of her at social events. In every single one of them, she seemed happy. For a second the worry about what her ex–mate had done to her and how that might have made her resent parties now creeps up again. Worries I cannot let decide how I react again. Instead, I just asked her about the pictures. And if she likes gatherings like that. Just getting to know her, without overcomplicating stuff. Suddenly I get a bit excited about going to a party with her. Not one of the grand balls or other royal parties we host. No a more private one just for the family. Where I can still walk around in a hoodie and jeans. Just chat with friends and family and have fun. Because with her on my side I am sure it would be fun. In fact, I think I could be perfectly happy sitting in a lawn chair just a little out of the way from the party. Watching my gorgeous mate have fun, dance, sing and laugh.
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Because, that laugh of hers. The few times I have heard it bubble up it was music to my ears. And just now when she laughed because of me. It drove home the fact that I had to shape up. I tried not to call her my mate, not to call her by a nickname. Most of all I tried not to fall in love with her. I tried to not let the matebond get any stronger. No matter how much I hated the fights we had they helped with that. But every time things between us were relaxed just like they were now. I could not help but fall for her. She was amazing, like the real her the kind, funny, relaxed independent Ayla. She was made for me.
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When we finally get to the car dealership she picks out the cheapest truck they have. A truck because that’s what her Grandpa drives he has been all his life. He taught her how to drive in one. The cheapest because she is a good person and she wants me to have the most money left to give to a good cause. After figuring out there was no chance he could talk her into getting a more expensive car as a trade–in for the brand–new Porsche. He told me I should be happy with my girlfriend. Like in the IKEA, I feel conflicted, this time though it’s not me who confirms that we are a couple.
“Oh he knows and he is” Ayla winks at the salesperson before standing up her tippytoes to try and peck my cheek.
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