The Delicate Girl Mate novel Chapter 31

Mr. Darren sighs. "Richard and I met in college. That's basically how everything started. During our sophomore year I convinced him to go to a party with me. At the party, he met your mom. The next morning he kept telling me how beautiful and amazing she was and they weren't even mates. I tried convincing him that if he gets himself involved with her, he'll eventually break her heart when he finds his actual mate. He ignored me.

In our senior year of college, their relationship was still going strong. Shortly after graduation they found out they were expecting. When you were born, they would always bring you over here to hang around the pack house and play with Jordi when you both eventually got old enough." This is news to me.

"Well, when you were three he didn't leave you. He found his real mate. He left your mother for her, doing exactly what I told him he would do if that ever happened. Since your mother knew about werewolves, she knew exactly what happened. She understood it but couldn't bear with her heartbreak. So she left, taking you with her."

It's been about ten minutes by the time he finishes. "So what exactly happened to my dad? Why isn't he still here if he found his mate?"

He sighed again. "Well, his mate liked to travel. She would always go around the world on fancy trips and he eventually started to go to every trip with her. One day he called me and told me he was staying in Europe with her. After a year or so, he came back to visit. He always visits for two months out of a year.

Richard loved the travels. After getting married to his mate, Kelly, they kept traveling. I talk to him sometimes but the furthest I know is that he's still busy traveling with her."

I slump down in one of the chairs, overwhelmed. Jordi kneels down in front of me. "Baby, look. Your dad is still alive. You could meet your dad, for real."

"I know. Oh my gosh." I look up at Mr. Darren, who's starting at the pictures I gave him. "When is he am coming back for his visit or whatever? I really want to meet him."

"I'm not sure. I could always contact him and tell him to come home for a while. He always tells me during our calls that if I ever needed him then to tell him. I could all him up and do that."

I nod enthusiastically. After thirteen years of an absent, proper father figure I can finally meet my dad.

"Sissy! Logan won't share the crayons!"

After our talk with Jordi's dad, we came in the living room and cuddled in the couch. Ben and Logan soon came in the living room with coloring books and crayons, telling us they were to hang out with us the rest of the day.

"Logan, can you share the crayons please?" Jordi asks.

"But I'm coloring a picture for Ben and I need these colors." He mumbles and blushes.

"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry, you can keep them, I'll use the other ones." They're too cute.

After they get back to quietly coloring, I snuggle into Jordi's chest more. Tingles erupt in my arm as he lazily trails his fingers up and down my bicep area.

I look up and am surprised to see him already looking down at me. I lean up just as he leans down and our lips meet. He adjusts his arms so that he's cupping the back of my head while deepening the kiss. He breaks up for air and asks the one question I've been waiting for, "Can I mark you?"

"You idiot, I'm about to take a bath!" I laugh out.

"Oh, yeah." He chuckles.

I start to run the water and just when I turn around to push him out of the bathroom playfully, I turn around to see him shirtless. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm going farming too."

I giggle but have to say, "Fine I'll just take mine later."

"Noooo, take a bath with me? Please, I need physical contact after everything that's been happening these past few days."

After thinking about it for a moment, I give in. When we both strip down, much to my embarrassment, he turns the water off and picks me up. He settles us into the bath and just hold me against his chest.

I love this man, whose desperately clutching me to his body as if I could disappear. I have no clue what sparked the sudden desperation to have me near him, but I'm not complaining.