“Silence!”She articulates, and subsequently, she kisses me. No other woman would delay ring shopping on her wedding day to engage in intimate activities on the couch in her pyjamas.
“I genuinely appreciate you,” she asserts with a smile directed at me.
“Such as?” What are your thoughts on love?I enquire.
“Certainly.” I adore you immensely, to the point of absurdity; however, affection can be more delightful than love at times, particularly as time progresses. One can harbour affection for an individual while simultaneously feeling aversion towards them. I comprehend her intent. Affection for a beloved individual does not invariably coincide. She halts, revealing a smile, while her eyes appear somewhat glistening. My parents consistently expressed their love for one another, yet when one would convey their fondness, the other would radiate with joy. It resembled the highest form of praise. They held a strong mutual affection for one another,” she chuckles. “They consistently repulsed Brandon and me, engaging in intimate displays on the couch and incessantly flirting with one another.” “One would never suspect that they have been together for 22 years,” she remarks with a chuckle.
“That elucidates your affectionate nature,” I observe.
“Am I?””
“Affirmative!” Your disregard for those present does not prevent you from embracing me, kissing me, or gazing at me as if you are utterly enamoured with me. I adore it. You kissed me in front of Alyssa, which I was uncertain you would do, yet you did so immediately. Your upbringing with affectionate parents is understandable. Mine were not. They communicate amicably and appear to have never engaged in disputes, yet they do not exhibit affection in public. I have observed them embrace a few times and perhaps exchange a brief kiss occasionally. I concede.
“I would not have kissed you in front of Alyssa if you were a stranger.” I did not recognise that their relationship influenced my behaviour as a partner. Although it repulsed us during our upbringing, I must admit that a portion of me found it appealing. “Our home consistently exuded safety and affection,” she remarks with a smile.
“I lament that I could not have encountered them,” I admit.
“I concur.” They would have… PREFERRED you,” she smiles, pleased with her choice of ‘preferred’ over ‘loved.’
“Indeed!” All individuals hold a favourable opinion of me.I jest.
“You exhibit the same level of affection as I do,” she observes.
“Indeed, I am a possessive Alpha.”“I desire for all to recognise your possession.” I confess, yet she arches an eyebrow.
Your father is an Alpha, and you display affection publicly. Do not attribute this to possessiveness. Perhaps you simply… appreciate me,” she radiates, prompting my laughter.
I have an affinity for you. I am infatuated with you,” I exclaim. She nods and smiles while drawing me into a kiss. I desire to remain here, embracing and kissing her throughout the day. I cherish every moment with her, yet I am aware that we are constrained by time.
“Let us prepare, or we will lack rings to adorn ourselves,” I remind her.
She complains, yet ultimately acknowledges my request, and we prepare.
We successfully arrived at the jewellery store and selected wedding bands. Celine possesses diminutive fingers, necessitating a smaller size for hers. We incurred a substantial rush fee, and they assured us it would be completed within 90 minutes, so the three of us went to lunch while we awaited its completion in town. We finally returned home at 2:30. Alyssa dozed off during the journey home, prompting me to place her in her bed. Upon descending the stairs, I observed Celine’s friends and Brandon arriving.
Celine’s Perspective
“They have arrived,” I exclaim, and Cohen chuckles. I rush outdoors and enthusiastically embrace everyone. I yearned for them profoundly. Upon re-establishing familiarity with all, I invite them indoors. All individuals were praising our residence.
“Let us procure a beverage and proceed to the backyard to avoid disturbing Alyssa,” I propose. At times, we may become vociferous. Cohen and I procure beverages for everyone and we take a seat in the backyard. The day is exceptionally beautiful.
Cohen positioned my chair adjacent to his, allowing him to place a hand on my leg. He consistently desires my proximity and requires physical contact, which I appreciate.
“Observe this; it is an ideal oasis,” Norah states.
Alyssa currently finds solace in this location. Cohen promptly arranged the sandbox and all associated elements upon our arrival. I concede, “She adores it here,” and offer Cohen a grateful smile.
“What is the status of the transition?”Brandon enquires.
“It has been excellent.” She appears to have experienced no difficulties. What do you think babe?Cohen enquires.
“Indeed, this reflects our longstanding way of life.” She adores Cohen, and the transition has been exceptionally seamless. Cohen’s exceptional efforts to extend a warm welcome were undoubtedly beneficial. He created a meticulously designed dream bedroom for her. You will need to observe it subsequently. It is exquisite, and she adores it; additionally, she possesses a backyard filled with enjoyable amenities. “She has been living her best life,” I chuckle while rubbing his hand that remains on my leg.
“That is endearing,” Elaine remarks.
“Cohen is exceedingly kind,” I exclaim.
All individuals express exasperation except for Cohen. He merely smiles, leans in, and bestows a gentle kiss upon me.
“I appreciate you,” he states, and I beam widely. I reciprocate your feelings.I chuckle.
“Shouldn’t we be at the stage of ‘love’ if you two are getting married?”“Serena inquires.”
“At times, affection surpasses love,” Brandon replies, smiling. “I had completely overlooked that until this moment,” he confesses.
We remain outside, and after an hour, Alyssa awakens, prompting me to rush over to her. Her sleep duration was brief, thus I hope she is not irritable. I sing her song, and she becomes particularly affectionate yet irritable. I understand that everyone will be eager to see her, which is somewhat disappointing. I step outside, and everyone greets her, but she disregards them.
“She received insufficient rest, thus she is somewhat irritable,” I caution them.
“Daddee,” she complains, extending her arms towards Cohen.
“Approach here, small rabbit,” he states. He seizes her and embraces her tightly. She reclines in his embrace, resting her head upon his chest as he massages her back. I desired this fervently for her, and I am elated that she possesses it. She experiences safety and solace in his embrace, unlike with anyone else. I divert my gaze from the enchanting view of my child and partner, and I observe that all my friends, including Brandon, are staring at them with wide eyes.
“What?”I enquire.
“Nothing.” “It is simply peculiar to observe,” Brandon responds.
“It is remarkable, yet it is astonishing to witness such rapid occurrence.” “They resemble a father and daughter,” he remarks with astonishment.
