Welcome Home

As Briana pulls away I walk swiftly up the sidewalk, my collar pulled up against the cool, wet wind. Stepping through the door the cold is left behind as I am swaddled by the cozy warmth of home. The air is rich with the spicy aroma of chai tea which emanated from the steeping pot on the counter, beside it sat two cups.

“There he is.” Heather says as she appears out of the bedroom door in classy yet sexy green nightgown. Beaming in that way she did whenever she saw me again after an absence she comes up beside the dining table and waits for me as I pull off my shoes and jacket. As if pulled by gravity I go to my woman to be embraced in a soft, encompassing hug. “Welcome home, handsome.”

“Ohhhh.” I melt into her body, my head on her shoulder and my weight leaning into her. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too.” She whispers into my ear, holding me with one arm as the other hand plays with my hair. “Mmm, you’re still glowing.”

“I missed you so much.”

“I know, baby. I know.” With a kiss to my head she says. “Did you have fun tonight, baby?”

After giving her a long, hard hug I pull back to look into her eyes and whisper. “Liam’s back.”

Her smile fades, the joy in her eyes dim to worry. “What?”

“He came home early.” I say. “He showed up at Lily’s. I saw him. He, um, he didn’t see me but I saw him. He’s here, at Rebecca’s, and he’s planning on coming over here in th morning.”

“My son.” She whispers, a flash of agony crossing her beautiful face. “He came home…and went to Lily’s? To Rebecca’s? He didn’t even tell me he was coming early.” The pain I see in Heather, a mother’s pain, was one I could only understand from a distance. Until I had children of my own I could sympathize but I couldn’t truly relate. Liam was a shit, but he was her pride and joy.

“It was because of me.” I say. “He said he was too tired to come and deal with me. He…doesn’t realize we’ve already bonded.”

Taking my head in her hands Heather puts her forehead to mine. Closing her eyes she holds me there for a long moment before saying. “It will be okay, my love.” She says softly, as if trying to convince herself as much as me. “He’ll see how happy I am and…and…” Her words peter out as even she couldn’t believe what she was saying, or maybe it was from the sting of trying to speak the lie that Liam actually cared about her happiness more than his own pride. I didn’t have the heart to tell her the way he had taken her love for granted. Unconsciously she begins touching me, stroking my shoulders and smoothing my shirt and fixing my hair and all those little things she does to make me and herself feel better. With a glimmer of unshed tears beginning to sparkle in her gorgeous brown eyes, at last she says. “I won’t let him hurt you.”

“I’ll be fine, Heather.” I hold her tight, pulling back to stare into her eyes. “This family is too strong to break. Our love too powerful to resist. Liam and I will figure this out, man to man. I’ve got this.” With a kiss I give her a comforting smile. “But right now, inside these walls, it is just you and me. Let me make us that tea. Let me look after you.”

Her body relaxes as the warm smile returns. With a faith in me few outside my parents had ever shown me she gives a nod. “Okay.” I take her to the sofa and sit her down. With a big grin she settles down into the cushions, the tears evaporating as she gazes up at me with her hand on my stomach.

I kiss her head and go to make us our teas, both exactly the way we liked them. As I stir the honey, actual bee’s honey, into the steaming cups I can feel Heather’s gaze watching my every movement. Showing a confidence that belied the concern in my heart I shoot her a wink and a grin. She laugh and shakes her head, absolutely beaming with pride at my show of calm strength. I return and sit beside her. Passing her her saucer we clink cups and each take a sip of the sweet chai before setting them down on the coffee table.

As I lean back again I find myself grabbed and guided to downward. The next thing I knew I was laying on my back with Heather thick thigh as my pillow I smile up at her a shift closer, resting my cheek against pillowy lump of her big, flaccid cock. With one hand on my chest and the other petting my hair she gazes down at me. With every stroke of my hair I could feel her relaxing a little bit more. Her warmth, her smell, her softness, her LOVE washes over me like a cleansing light. Turning my head I kiss her soft tummy where, if we’d been blessed, there might already be a new life beginning to form. Her smile grows as she catches the significance of the kiss.

“My boy.” She whispers.

“Yours.”

Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath. When she opens them again she once more shone with the strength of a Matriarch. “How did he look? Liam.”

“Good. Healthy.” I answer. “He’s bigger than I last saw him. Fit. Tanned.”

“Happy?”

After a pause I say. “Annoyed.”

“Mmm.” She nods. “Was his new girlfriend with him?”

“No. He was alone.”

“I wonder if he even told her he was coming.” She whispers, playing tenderly with my ear. “Of if he just left her…wondering.”

“I don’t know.”

“That boy.”

“Briana told me about…how special male children of women like you are.”

“Of course he is special.” She says, fingers digging lightly into my chest. “Everybody in this family is special.”

“But he’s something different, isn’t he?”

“Yes.” She whispers. “And not simply because of all that ‘alpha’ stuff. He’s Alexander’s son. He’s my little guy, all grown up. I’m going to need your strength tomorrow, Elliot. More than I ever have. We all will.”

“You’ll have it.” I swear to her, our eyes locked as our souls touch.

“I know, baby.”

“Briana told me he has a power over the rest of you.”

She sighs, shoulders sagging though only briefly. “I’m his Mom. I can’t but want him to be happy, even if it makes me sad.”

“You don’t have to be sad, Heather.” I kiss her hand. “Never again.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“You are so beautiful, Heather.” I whisper. “You are the most beautiful thing that’s ever come into my life. I love you, Heather Hutton.”

Beaming once more she begins to trace the features of my face, her feather light touch painting across my cheekbones, jaw, and chin. “My handsome man.”

Her cock swells against my cheek as her middle finger slowly begins to trace the edges of my lips.