His Last Choice

Chapter 35

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Soren's POV

"Let go"

"No."

"Soren, don't make me get my father!" I rolled my eyes.

She would say that.

"Hold on a minute, I'm not done." I wondered why they hadn't exploded in yet. "Wait a damn minute so that I can think." I lied, continuing to wrap my arms around her from behind with my head pressed into the side of her hair loving her fruity scent.

"My mom is waiting." She complained. I could practically see the pout on her lips.

She's so adorable.

"She'll understand if I told her we were doing a little love'n." I chuckled.

Peyton gasped, "Don't say stuff like that to my mother, you sicko!" She turned around and I automatically clasped the warmness of her pink cheeks.

I made these cheeks pink, I thought amused.

Just the littlest things from my mate and I'm melting like an ice-cream Sunday on a warm July.

From her hair between my fingers, her soft lips brushing against my skin when she unconsciously buries her head on my chest as we slept, to when she smiles, laughs or glares at me with that cute face of hers.

In a short time, Peyton became my constant obsession.

A collection of giggles escaped from behind the door.

Peyton gaped at me with horror. "Oh-my-God." She muttered.

I smirked. "You are too cute, babe." The giggles turned into 'awws'. Peyton pulled out of my arms, so I stepped back sitting on the edge of the bed with my arms crossed.

Peyton swings the bedroom door open and a pile of bodies fall like a pile of sticks on the floor; one on top of the other groaning at each other.

"Hi bro" Ash waved at me from the top of the pile.

"Get off!" Sam screamed from underneath.

"I'm too old for this." Alpha Ashley sandwiched between Tay and Ash rolled and got up off of her knees.

"Mom!" Peyton stomped her feet and glared at her mother.

"What? Moms have a right to check up on their daughters. If you're mad, get mad at them." She actually pointed the blame on her kids; hilarious!

Peyton groaned.

I laughed. "I like how you think Ashley." I remembered how she wanted me to call her by her first name.

"Please, call me mom. Now that it's official" she winked at me and wiggled her left hand pointing at the ring finger with the other.

"Mom" I tested it out making her beam brighter.

"I have another son!" She squealed. "Can't wait for the grand kids!"

Peyton and I looked at each other. Her face looked stricken with nerves, while I gave her a casual grin; comfortable with what had been said. We had previously talked about this. At least I knew who else was found of the idea.

"Can all of you just get out and stop snooping behind my door?" Peyton placed her hands on both sides of her hips.

"Come on sis, we've waited for the day you finally got a man in your life and your shutting us out?" Ash said, grinning.