(Willa)
I woke up after possibly the most comfortable night of sleep in my life. Caspien returned the favor last night, and we talked late in each other's arms by the fire. I don't think I would ever get sick of talking to him. I wanted to know everything about it, and the more I learned, the more I liked him.
Emmett was fast asleep when I made it to bed. His fever was thankfully almost gone.
Dull gray light pierced through a crack in the dark curtains; I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched out, reaching for my baby boy.
Emmett wasn’t there, and I sat up for a moment, worried. I knew he could take care of himself, mostly. But I didn't know what he could get into here. There were probably some robot gadgets lying around. A robot butler or something, I laughed to myself.
I slipped out of bed and made my way downstairs, following the sound of music and laughter. I relaxed when I heard both of their voices.
Caspien and Emmett were in the kitchen. He was wearing another white shirt and light gray sweatpants. I thought he might be even more attractive in this than in his suits.
Emmett was sitting on the kitchen island trying to squeeze an orange in a juicer, most of the juice getting on the island.
“Mama!” Emmett's eyes lit up, and then a frown crossed his face. “You were supposed to stay in bed. We were going to bring you breakfast.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,”
“To the couch, missy.” Caspien walked towards me, going to place a kiss on my cheek, but pulled back and hesitated.
“Missy.” Emmett laughed. “He called you missy. We should call him Cassy.”
I smiled at him, bursting out laughing at Caspien's frown.
“I’m making orange juice. He said it was good for my sickness.”
“That was a great idea, Cassy,” I turned to him with a sweet smile on my face.
He raised an eyebrow that promised I would pay for that later and shook his head.
“How are you feeling?” I asked Emmett.
“Better; I’m all better now,” Emmett said confidently.
I reached for his forehead, all trace of his fever gone.
“The doctor will still come to check him over again.” Caspien looked a bit worried.
Maybe it was a fluke, a twenty-four-hour bug, or something that humans got. He was so isolated for years that maybe his immune system is kicking in; I wasn’t sure.
“Go relax on the couch; I’ll bring you some coffee and then a surprise breakfast.” Caspien grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. It was such an intimate gesture.
Emmett made me close my eyes as Caspein set out bacon, scrambled eggs with extra cheese, Emmett’s request, and pancakes with chocolate chips.
“This looks incredible. It's such a lovely surprise, thank you.” I turned to both of them. Emmett bounced on his feet, studying my reaction.
“Try the orange juice.” I grabbed the glass that was barely a fourth of the way full and took a little sip, my eyes wide.
“This is the best orange juice I’ve ever had.” Emmett gave me a big smile.
After breakfast, we got ready. Caspien let me borrow a shirt that swallowed me. The bathroom of Emmett’s room was thankfully stocked with toiletries.
Emmett's room. I never thought I would get to have that here. Emmett had a room at Caspien's place. I knew they would have to meet eventually, but it always felt like that would happen in the distant future. I was glad that the two more important parts of my life weren't separate anymore.
When we came back down, two men in suits and Holden were standing by the entrance.
“I thought we could get the letter out of the way,” Caspien whispered to me when I came to his side.
“What do you need my help with?” Holden asked.
“To entertain the child,” Caspien said matter-of-factly.
“I’ve been reduced to a glorified babysitter.” He threw up his hands.
“I wouldn’t say glorified, but we can see how you do today,” I told him, earning me a smile from Caspien.
“Okay, child, let's go hang out.” Emmett looked between me and Holden. “I bought a lot of toys?” he tried.
“Okay.” Emmett's eyes lit up, and he took his hand from mine.
“Go on. I’ll just be a minute,” I assured him.
"The toys are in his room. We haven't opened them yet." Caspien nodded at Holden.
“And then we can all play?” He looked back up at me and Caspien.
“Of course,” Caspien answered for us, and it made my stomach flip.
Caspien led us to the dining room table. He had changed into a suit again. I felt very underdressed in yesterday's jeans and Caspien's oversized shirt. Caspien smiled at me, seeming to read my mind.
"You're perfect," he whispered before switching to Alpha mode.
“This is my lawyer and a witness who will also personally deliver the message.” The two men nodded at me in greeting.
“The letter is written, and you need to look it over and sign it in our presence, and the witnesses will after you, and then they will be on their way.” He turned to me, "A bit overkill, honestly, but I will make sure this cannot be contested later if he chooses to give up all rights."
I swallowed. I read the short letter and signed it.
I was nervous; I didn’t want to know what Nolan would do. I didn’t want contact with him. I knew he didn’t want Emmett, but I was scared that he might claim him for reasons I didn’t think of.
Caspien put his hand over mine. “It will be okay. Once this is out of the way, you’ll feel better.”
“But what if-”
He shook his head. “I know, but we will ask for a response today. Whatever happens, we will face it. Together.”
I swallowed and nodded, it did little to quell my anxiety, but I knew I had to get this out of the way.
“Alpha Dracos.” The lawyer and messenger took their leave.
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” the messenger added.
“Come directly to me.”
“Yes, Alpha.”