9
Thea
When strong arms scoop me off the unfamiliar couch, I wake up confused and wondering where I am.
Dad hasn't been able to pick me up and carry me around for years now, but I can tell by the smell, the feel, the layout and the chill of this house that I'm not at home. As thoughts begin to filter through my exhausted, confused mind, I inhale the spicy, masculine scent of the man holding me and curl into his warmth.
As I wake a bit more, I remember that Azura had begged me to stay, and Blake hadn't come home, so I'd made myself as comfortable as I could on the couch.
And Blake must be the one holding me.
This doesn't start causing me to panic, even though I probably should be panicking. After all, an adult grown man who is very much a stranger to me, is picking me up and carrying
