Evie's staff packed our groceries in two huge carton boxes which were loaded at Silas's backseat. His own groceries were in a medium carton box, filled with snacks.
While watching them pack and load the boxes, me and Lucas sat on the bench, outside the store. I'm exhausted.
"Tell me, how does my loving Luna call someone satan? You two have history?" he asked and chuckled.
"That girl has bullied me as long as I could remember," I mumbled.
"And why? My mate is lovable." Lucas stroked my hair.
"Ask her." I shrugged. He sighed.
"Are you tired?" he asked and I nodded.
"We got some naps after we arrived, yeah?" I nod again.
"Lucas, babe," I called.
"Hmm?" he hummed, looking at me.
I’m so sleepy and can't hold it anymore. "I need to lay down."
LUCAS'S POV
"Mate!" I hold her in my arms
