It has always been you

Homecoming

Its been five whole days since I saw her, touched her, held her.

I know she's driving back today, and should get home around 9. Well, not exactly home. She said she isn't ready to move back to the packhouse, which honestly made me furious. But she eventually decided she'd stay at the Apple farm. Its not exactly a farm, its a small cottage with an orchard and a cute little porch swing that I know she'll love. The same one I tried to get her to move to a few weeks ago, before New York. I'm nervous. More so for her coming home than it being our packs turn to host the Lykaia ball. 

We were finally in a good place when I left. In true Savannah style, she didn’t want to seem submissive, so stayed in New York an extra five days. We’ve text and called every day though and she seems like she’s had fun. I’m so used to seeing her do everything for the pack, I’m happy she’s taken some time for herself.

I nip to the store and call by her cottage, number 1134 to drop off a few supplies for her. I place a small wooden crate on the kitchen island and place inside a glass bottle of orange juice, milk, coffee, brown sugar, freshly baked bread, butter, Danish pastries and fresh fruit inside the basket. I put a large bouquet of lillies, tulips and daisies on the coffee table before heading over to the bathroom and putting her favourite shampoo, conditioner, body wash… I just want to make it seem more homely for her. I contemplate waiting for her to arrive back home, just be there, sitting on the porch swing, drinking coffee, looking at the stars… but I thought that might seem a little desperate. So I lock up and head back to the packhouse, and wait for her to text me that she’s back home.

20:50

I’m checking my phone obsessively, awaiting her text. Wondering if she’s changed her mind, if somethings happened, if she’s back yet. By 21:05 I’m pacing the packhouse like a lunatic.

“Everything ok there?” Jordan asks watching me pace.

“Fine” I snarl.

Jordan stretches his arm out and hands me a bottle of beer. I take it from him and take a large “chug” immediately.

“So… the events team are setting up in the ballroom, decorations etc. everythings looking fine and all going ahead on schedule and the caterers are coming in the morning.”

I nod.

There’s a brief pause.

“She back yet?” Jordan nods towards the phone I’m still clutching in my hand. I sigh.

“not yet”

“Don’t worry… She will.”

I nod and take another swig of my beer.

“Everyone knows you’re meant to be together… its why no one dare go anywhere near Savannah… they’re worried you’ll tear through them with your bare teeth”

I chuckle as I drink my beer… but we both know theres some truth in that”

“I mean, I know you love her Dean… everyone does. And she’d make an amazing Luna. Everyone loves her… But do you really think she’s your mate?”

“I know she is”

“Then how come yous haven’t sorted things out yet? Don’t get me wrong, I really, honestly one hundred percent am routing for the two of you…”

“She doesn’t know” I interrupt.

“What do you mean? How doesn’t she know?”

I chug the rest of my beer.

“Because I’m a f*****g idiot.” I sigh, “I made a mistake a long time ago, and I’ve paid for it everyday since”.

Jordan looks at me confused, and I can see he’s weighing up his options of pushing this conversation further. Fortunately my phone lights up.

I grin and open the text message.

Its Savannah.

“Just got in. Thankyou for everything I’ll see you tomorrow”

I let out the breath I’ve been holding and smile.

Jordan crosses the room and pats me on the back.

“Good luck bro. Don’t let her go this time”