The Lone Wolf

~~EIGHTEEN~~

Dakota

I smile as I look down at my mate and pup, both of them out cold as we fly to Iowa. Fleura's head rests on my shoulder as she softly snores, while my son rests his on her belly, her arm curled around him to help hold him on her lap as he holds on to the stuffed turtle she gave him.

So cute...

I press a kiss to the top of Fleura's head, purring softly as she nuzzles into my shoulder. She's slept most of the way here, as well as Noah despite both of them being excited about their first plane flight...after taking off and the first few minutes of being in the air, they were out like lights...which considering the fact that they both were up early out of their excitement, I'm not surprised.

Unfortunately though, the announcement to fasten seat belts and prepare for landing signifies that our one hour flight is over, and it's time for them to wake up.

"Flower...Flower, time to get up baby." I murmur as I brush her face, and after a couple of attempts her eyes finally flutter open.

"Dakota?" She mumbles drowsily, and I smile.

"We're about to land, time for you and Noah to buckle up." I explain, and as she sits up she tightens her hold on our pup, stifling a yawn before reaching down to ruffle his blonde curls.

"Noah, wake up sweetie." She murmurs, and he yawns before looking up at her with sleepy brown eyes.

"Are we there yet?" He mumbles, an we chuckle.

"Almost little man, you gotta buckle up though...the planes about to land." I respond, and he nods as he gets back in his seat, Fleura helping buckle him in before she buckles in herself...a little bit difficult considering how much our other pup has grown.

She wraps her hand in mine, her other resting on top of her belly.

~She looks so beautiful carrying our pup...~ Zayev rumbles happily, and I have to agree.

~She certainly does...~

~We are very lucky...the goddess gave us the perfect mate...~ He continues.

~Definitely...~

She looks up at me, a curious look on her face.

"What is it, Dakota?" She questions, and I just smile and lift her hand up to my mouth to kiss the back of it.

"Nothing Sihu, just thinking about you." I reply, taking great joy in how she blushes. I love how she's gotten bolder, but her bashful moments are something I'll always adore.

After a few more minutes the plane finally starts to descend, and I can tell by the look on their faces that Fleura enjoyed touching down less than Noah, his little cry of delight getting some chuckles from the other passengers...while I'm sure in my mates case it just unsettled her stomach.

"You alright baby?" I ask, and she nods with some hesitation.

"I'm fine, I think I prefer take off more than touch down..." She murmurs, and I squeeze her hand.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom after we get off the plane?"

She shakes he head. "I'm fine, I promise." She assures.