jake scott, like this.

"What do you mean you don't like it?" I ask as I continue to hold the sample colour against the wall, "It's perfect!" I feel exasperated.

At this point I feel as though he deliberately disagrees with me just to get me hot and bothered. Luckily for him, I deliver each and every time.

Raheem laughs as he hugs me from behind, "I know what you're thinking," he taps his mark, "I'm not trying to get you fired up, as sexy as that is. That's just not the case here. I honestly don't like that shade, my angel."

I huff in exasperation, "Well, I don't know then." I whine.

While we wait for our new home to be completed, we've decided to take residence in one of the homes the Jamil's had on, what I like to call, standby.

The senior Jamil's thought ahead and knew that eventually their boys will no longer want to stay together. Whether it was because they just needed the change or because Khalil had found his mate, they kept two houses on standby. One for each son and now we were living in Raheem's.

See, for the time being it is Raheem's but once I've had my way and decorated it to my liking, it will become ours.

"What in the goddesses name kind of compromise is that!? The Lerato Edition? Lerato Exclusive?"

I flick his ear, "I swear I'll start locking you out." He rubs his ear before muttering, "Always so abusive."

It's been a week since the coronation and two days since we returned, as much as I loved the thought of moving here the reality has set in. My family are several kilometres away and so are my best friends, the idea of having to get on a plane to see them is a little difficult to bare.

I couldn't even sell my house, I was too emotional about the whole thing. I mean, it's not that bad to remain it's owner. I would need somewhere to sleep when I'm there and once pups make it into the picture it will be imperative that we have a place of our own.

Even if I need to renovate it to make room for however many kids, I will.

"I know you're still listening, how many kids do you want?"

We completed the mating bond the night after the coronation. Marking and mating all at once, I wouldn't have had in any other way even if it cost me my now looming heat.

I've heard nothing good about that thing, gosh, and I think period pains are bad.

Seeing as we aren't fully wolves, werewolves can get pregnant two ways; via our natural heat cycle or via the secondary human way during ovulation.

However, there's less of a chance during the body's ovulation only during our wolves heat is it a guaranteed pregnancy.

Raheem seems to ponder the question before he glances at me and then my stomach as if picturing me carrying his pups, "I want to say a low number like three but... I think it would depend on how drop dead gorgeous you look whilst pregnant. I might like seeing you that way far too much and..." he shrugs, "who knows, I might just get carried away."

My eyes widen before an obnoxious laugh escapes me, "What!? Who in the worlds do you think is going to pop all those 'whoops, I wanted to see you pregnant again now you're knocked up' suckers out?"

It's him who laughs obnoxiously now, "My stunning angel will, of course."

"Oh no she will not."

He raised a brow, "Will she if I let her decorate my house so that it turns into our house?"

I can't believe he thought that was tempting leverage. Nothing is good enough leverage to have me pop out an infinite number of babies.

"No."

He scowls, "Well that sucks, guess it was worth a try." He walks out of the room, leaving me staring at my sample card.

Hm, maybe it is the wrong shade.

Raheem walks back in with two buckets of paint, not in my shade, might I add. He opens one before quickly stirring the contents. Pouring the liquid onto his paint roller tray.

"I know you're not about to do what I think you are."

Completely ignoring me he attaches the roller brush onto the pole before dipping it in the grey paint. He picks up the brush and rolls out the paint onto the wall, my jaw must have hit the floor.

This little two cent nonsense! I move towards him but before I can even get anywhere near him he holds out the pole towards me. The roller right by my chest.

He shakes the pole as if to say 'don't you dare,' "Or what?" I challenge.

His eyes narrow, "You'll be the same shade as my grey."

A small smirk makes its way on my face, knowing something he doesn't. I block him out sometimes.

"My, you are petty."

He turns around droping the brush into the paint before rolling some more paint onto the wall. When he doesn't respond my heart practically melts. It's stupid but I might love him more over it.

I chuckle before kissing his shoulder, all I can reach without getting on my tippy toes, "Thanks baby."

"Anything for you, my angel."

I walk out of the room and head for the study, I have a meeting with a few Alpha's and I don't want to keep them waiting it does nothing but start a thirty minute puff of the chest competition. No one settles down until I finally throw out my ranks.

When I get to the office I see a message on my phone from Khadera.

Did you get the paint colour you wanted? ;)

I didn't need to. He got it for us.

I thought I'd reverse psychology him into picking the colour I wanted — what he's currently painting the walls — but it turns out I didn't need to. Not only did he actually agree to it, he got it way before I could've even completed the 'reverse psychology' because I had no clue we had any paint.

He's always doing the little things and those let me know that he's got us. He always has and he always will.

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