Catherine's POV: By the time I was done getting dressed, one of the maids came to inform me that Michael was waiting outside so we could drive to our location. I thanked her before slipping my feet into my pair of runner shoes. I gave myself a look in front of the mirror. I had gone for a pair of jean shorts and a top that barely covered my belly. Of course, I wanted to feel really free around him today and it didn't matter if half of my belly was out. Once I was down getting dressed, I picked my bag up and sprayed my favorite perfume before leaving my room. The kids were still asleep so I asked the maids to make sure they ate enough. I didn't ask her to take them to bed early as they had already slept this afternoon. As the other maid has said, Michael was waiting outside for me in front of his truck. He smiled at me and pulled the door open. "Uhm, where are the baskets?" I asked, stopping before him with a smile on my face. I tried hard to avoid eye contact with h
Alpha Michael's POV: Of course, I knew she lost her mother at a very young age. Not so young because she was eighteen at the time according to Trenton. But we never really talked about it. It wasn't like we ever talked about anything in the first place so there was nothing much to expect. But seeing her talk about her mother in this manner, I knew there was so much she hadn't let out. I knew there was a lot she wanted to talk about but chose not to. I saw it in her eyes, in the way she fidgeted as she spoke and all I wanted to do was reach out to her and take her hand in mine. And when she broke down, I pulled her into my arms because all I wanted to do was comfort her, because I felt the same pain in my chest. I wanted to take the pain from her. I wanted to feel it more than she did and I did. I did feel the pain. She sobbed against my chest, trembling and tugging at my chest as she cried harder. And never for once did my hold on her falter. I held her. I didn't
Catherine's POV: My belly protruded, pushing my dress as I tried to push to my feet. Just before I could stagger to the side, Michael grabbed onto my hand and shook his head at me. "You overate," He pointed out and heaved me to my feet. "I know you did because you got so comfortable, right?" Turning away shyly, I nodded my head. "You're not wrong." He shook his head before laughing and nodding. "I see. Is that a good thing though? Eating how you want because you're around me?" I nodded and fiddled with my fingers while fighting my smile. "I do it around people I feel really comfortable with and it's not because I eat a lot. I just eat to my fill." "You're a big eater," He pointed out again and I nearly jumped off the cliff in embarrassment. "So why have you been hiding it from me?" I shook my head. "No, I haven't. I haven't been hiding the fact that I am a big eater from you." He cocked his head to the side before coming to stand by my side. "Are you t
Catherine's POV: I remained in his arms for a long time and my body relaxed so much I almost slept off. I got accustomed to the scent of his body and his cologne. It had to be the nicest fragrance combination that had ever wafted into my nose and I pushed into him, glad that he got the memo and pulled me in. His chin rested above my head and I could hear his soft breathing and the steady beat of his heart. He kissed the top of my head and pulled away, leaving me empty. He had a smile on his face and he looked down at his feet and kicked a piece of rock close to his shoe before turning to me. "We should start getting ready to go to the lake?" A wave of excitement washed over me and I nodded enthusiastically, pulling him back to the sheets we had spread on the ground. We both packed everything up. I rolled up the blankets while he took the picnic baskets and its content into the car trunk. Soon enough, we were driving down the highway and making our way back to
Catherine's POV: I looked down at the supposed spare clothes Michael had for me. It was one of his shirts that barely covered my thigh. Sighing, I looked up at him to see a mischievous grin on his face. "You did all of these just so I could wear this, right?" He scratched his head and I glared hard at him. "No. I didn't know I only had these shirts in my trunk. I usually keep extra for emergencies so I must have worn the flannels out." Sighing, I nodded. "Let's act like I have no idea what you are doing." He raised his hand in surrender and shrugged before following after me. We stopped by the banks and took a seat on the sandy grasses. My bare buttocks grazed the sand and I stood up immediately, whining in exasperation as I cleaned my buttocks. Michael looked up at me with raised brows. "What's the matter?" "Why do I feel like you're acting like you don't know what the matter is to annoy me?" "If you would speak faster, this would be easier for u
Alpha Michael's POV: She smelt like cinnamon and coconuts. It reminded me of the beach and this was the closest we could get to the sea—a lake. My fingers sank into her hair as my lips pressed into hers. I could never get enough of her. Even if I had gone tired after we had sex, I still wanted her on me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss and I smiled against her lips, shaking my head when she pulled away and pulling her back. "Let's remain this way. Please." I whispered into her lips. She nodded and kissed me back. When we were out of breath, she pulled away for a moment and stared into my eyes with a smile on her face. "You look like you want to eat me, Michael." "I want to do more than eating you, you know?" I replied to her. "I want to smell your hair and memorize your scent so whenever you're away or I am, I get to remember how you smell." She nodded and pressed her forehead on mine, sighing heavily. "What do we do wit
Catherine's POV: My eyes fluttered open to the saturated morning sunlight pouring in through the windows. The drapes had been pulled to the side and I watched with satisfaction as the birds chirped in trees. Somehow, this brought tranquil to my soul and I sank into the bed, moaning softly as I wrapped my arms around the pristine white covers. I had woken up in Michael's bed once again and of course, I had an idea that he was probably not in bed as the kids could be really demanding. It made me realize that he usually woke up before me. Chuckling, I rolled over to see that the bed was empty. Of course. "Do you realize how much of a sleepy head you are?" I looked towards the end of the bed to see Michael standing in front of his closet. He was shirtless and rummaging about his closet for something to wear. I watched his back move with surprising ease. He looked yummy and all I wanted to do was climb out of the bed and walk over to him so I could wrap my arms around
Catherine's POV: I was slowly starting to enjoy breakfast and dinner with Michael and the kids. The tension was no longer there and I could easily just speak to anyone without the fear of being talked back to really rudely. Michael constantly added a few chunks of meat into my plate from his as he was already filled up from eating so much pasta. "I've always hated meatballs," he grimaced as he added another one onto Julia's plate. She giggled and showed it to Jason who ignored her. "It's not something I am used to eating. " "The kids wanted it and you also said you wanted to try it out," I knifed through my meat as I continued to eat it. "I see no reason why you're backing out now." Julia giggled. "Daddy, don't you like it?" Harvey grimaced and shook his head. "I mean, I do. But not so much. I can manage to eat the pasta but the meatballs? Ugh." Pushing my seat back, I stood to my feet and walked to the kitchen. Luckily enough, the maids were deep frying meat i