“Well hopefully that abates with time. Once you get the bar up and running and after the girls arrive it will be just me and them more often than not. And we will be okay.” Is he sure about that? No. Will he say it to try and make Dom more comfortable? Of course. He hums a bit at the second kiss, a smile on his face, “I’m glad you think so but my carvings are hardly fantastic. Besides, once someone takes them home and puts them on a shelf they’re never going to think about who they got it from ever again so there’s not much point. Your bar however, needs a good name because people are going to want to return to it.”
❛ that unfortunately doesn’t make me more comfortable. you in this home — our home , with our children , alone... i don’t like it. not with him around. i’m sorry that i worry so much and that i’m so paranoid , but i don’t ever want harm to come to you. ❜ it had came out whispered , his fingers slowly began to push through the elder werewolf’s hair as a sigh had passed lips. ❛ your work is amazing. i don’t want you to ever doubt them , or see them as less. louis , you’re so talented , and i want people to recognize that. i want you to recognize that. i don’t know if my bar would work up here , compared to california , so i’m somewhat hesitant to try to open up. ❜