Butterscotch Souls: The Morningstar Series: Book 4
Butterscotch Souls – Chapter 15

After Ambrose tucked me in last night I fell asleep almost instantly. Then that f*****g nightmare happened. I have nightmares often, always have since leaving base. It got much worse after Tate was born. They were always the same but this time it was different.

This time I got Ambrose killed and Tate taken. Pure panic was coursing through my viens when I woke up. I decided just then that I had to tell Ambrose everything. He needs to be prepared just in case and Tate needs protection.

So, I told Ambrose everything. Honestly I think that I was afraid to tell him before. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him because I do, I don’t know why I trust a complete stranger this way, but I know I can trust Ambrose.

I didn’t tell him all of my past because I didn’t want him to look at me differently, to not want me anymore because I’m damaged. But Ambrose didn’t do any of that. He just held me while I told him about my past.

Ambrose listened patiently and then asked me questions. We stayed up for hours as I told him about the important people in my life.

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep but I woke up in the bed that I had napped in yesterday. Last night was the best sleep I have ever gotten, but I had to ask if we slept in the same bed together.

Tate was the one that told me that he found me and his father on the couch this morning.

I know Ambrose is Tate’s dad but was that inappropriate? Neither Tate or Ambrose seemed to think so. How did I feel about it? I feel like I got the best sleep of my life and I wanted more of it.

Which is why I agreed to share a room with Ambrose. He’s so patient with me and I appreciate a lot, but I’m not a kid. I know that I’m naive to the world, both human and supernatural, but I have been through a lot and I do understand what sharing a room with him means.

Is that excitement I feel?

That memory with Ambrose from five years ago played in my head as I ate breakfast. Is that what I have to look forward to by sharing a room with him?

I looked over to Ambrose who was talking to Tate about what kind of things he likes. Yeah, okay, doing that with Ambrose again and again is definitely something I could get used to. Especially when he looks this good in the morning. With his black sweatpants and green T-shirt. His hair in a messy bun.. Wait am I drooling?

Jesus, I need to get ahold of myself.

After breakfast Ambrose told me that he wanted to take Tate and I on a tour and possibly enroll Tate in school. I immediately panicked but Ambrose managed to calm me down. Honestly I wasn’t sure I would be able to breath properly this whole time if it wasn’t for the way Ambrose calms me.

After he assured me that Tate would be safe here I did feel better. It helped a lot that we wouldn’t be far away and that Ambrose can teleport. I wonder if he can teach Tate to do that.

Then Ambrose told me that his family wanted to meet us. I gulped at that. He has 11 siblings alone, not to mention their mates or his uncles and parents. That’s a lot of people.

Ambrose was so adorable the way he kept telling me that we didn’t have to. Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal to me. I spent most of my life locked away in a lab. No friends or family around, no one to talk to really. Then I became part of a pack and there were always people around. I loved it. It was one of my favorite things about being there and it’s what convinced me that I wanted a big family.

Could I really have that now?

For the next hour I made Ambrose tell me all about his family. He told me a little about each of his siblings and I think I was feeling excited to meet them. Then he told me about his parents and uncles. His uncles sound really fun and I know that I met one of them already.

Meeting his parents did sound a bit nerve wracking but Ambrose promised me that none of them would blame me for keeping Tate from them. Again, I found myself wondering what our lives would have been like if I would have just stayed with Ambrose the next morning. If I would have just woken him up before I left..

“Why don’t you go shower and I can get Tate dressed for the day?” Ambrose offered.

I smiled at him.

What did I do to get lucky enough to have him as a mate?

It’s only been a day and still he has shown me nothing but patience and understanding. He really is the one for me. Ambrose stood up and I stood with him, blocking him from passing me. He looked down at me with a confused expression. I lifted my hands to trail up his chest.

Tingles spread through my palms and up my arms. When I reached up to his neck I pushed my fingers through his hair loosening his bun. Ambrose closed his eyes and shivered.

Just touching him feels so good. Stepping up on my tippey toes, and pulling him down slightly since hes so damn tall, I was even closer to his face.

“Thank you for all of this.” I whispered and then pressed my lips to his before I lost my courage.

Ambrose’s hands immediately circled around me and pulled me closer to him. His lips moved against mine and soon I was lost in his k**s.

My fingers tangled in his hair and before I knew it I was pulling the hair tie out of his hair. I like it better down anyways. Our k**s grew deeper and I was just about to open my mouth to lick his lips when a little voice interrupted us.

“Mommy, what are you doin’?” Tate asked causing Ambrose and I to jump apart.

My face heated at being caught by our son.

“Uhm, I, we, uh.” I stuttered out.

How am I supposed to answer that? Tate has never seen me with anyone ever. My son just stared at us with curiosity and I turned to Ambrose hoping for some help. Ambrose was a bit flushed as well but he at least was able to say something.

“Your mommy was kissing me.” He said.

Okay, he didn’t need to say that.

“Oh.” Tate said simply. “Why?” He asked.

“Because we are mates.” Ambrose said without missing a beat.

I smiled at him.

“What are mates?” Tate asked.

“Well, how about I tell you about mates while we get dressed and Mommy showers?” Ambrose asked as he reached his hand out to Tate.

Tate took it excitedly and they walked back to Tate’s bedroom. And then they walked right back out of the hallway and into the open area. I raised a brow and them and Tate looked up at his dad.

“I forgot to tell you where the shower is.” He said sheepishly.

“I already know, you gave Tate a bath last night and I have used the bathroom.” I said with a laugh.

Ambrose shook his head. “No, we have our own bathroom.” He told me.

“We do?” I asked.

Ambrose nodded.

“Yeah connected to our room. Tate does too but I thought you would feel better if I used the extra one yesterday. So, go help yourself. What’s mine is yours.” He told me.

I nodded to him and he then kissed my head and turned to leave. Tate stopped though and tugged on his hand. When Ambrose looked down at our son, Tate motioned for him to bend down. I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my laughter. Tate whispered something in Ambrose’s ear to which he looked at me and nodded.

“Of course buddy.” He said and then lifted Tate in his arms.

Ambrose held Tate out and my son gave me a k**s on the head just like his dad. Then Tate thanked his dad and they disappeared down the hallway again. I chuckled as I watched them go. Tate is already totally obessed with his father. This is so good for him.

Finally I have a back up plan for my son and was about to give him everything his life lacked. I just hoped that we would really be safe here.

Sighing I walked back to Ambrose’s – I mean our room. For the first time I am noticing that there are three other doors in the room. I opened one to see that it was an empty closet, then I moved to the next to find that it was the bathroom.

Still, I opened the third door out of curiosity and it was another empty closet. I guess Ambrose said that he didn’t actually live here before.

Walking back to the bathroom I entered and shut the door behind me. The bathroom is huge, like honestly did the two of us really need all of this?

Looking at the large clawfoot tub I decided yes, yes we definitely needed all of this. Never have I had my own bathroom. The lab only let me shower and I was surpervised. And the base didn’t have tubs just showers. I’ve always dreamed about taking a nice long bath with bubbles and scents, the works.

Now is not the time for that though.

“Soon.” I whispered as I patted the tub.

Looking around I could tell that this bathroom is bigger than most. There are two sinks, one for each of us. The walls are a light blue color and the floors are white tiled. Looking at the shower I gasped. It’s huge. Like big enough for ten people huge. There are shower heads on the top and on the walls but I didn’t see any knobs.

How do I turn it on?

After searching for the stupid shower to see how it works, for what felt like forever, I gave up. Leaving the bathroom in search of Ambrose I found him in the hallway right outside of our room.

“Hey I was just coming to get Tate’s bag, I left it in here. Everything okay?” He asked.

I chewed on my bottom l*p for a moment.

“I, uhm, don’t know how to turn the shower on.” I admitted shyly.

“Oh.” Ambrose said. “I totally forgot that they upgraded to that stupid pad thing. Let me show you.” He said as he gently pushed me back into the room.

Ambrose lead me back to the bathroom and showed me the touch pad on the wall. After showing me how it worked he left the shower on. Ambrose made sure I had everything I needed before turning to leave.

“You have everything, you sure?” He asked.

I bit on my bottom l*p and nodded. Part of me wanted to ask him to stay. To tell him that what I really need is him. But I didn’t. Instead I just watched as he walked away. It was probably a good thing anyways since our son would have been left unattended.

So, instead I stripped out of my clothes and tossed them in the hamper in the corner. Then I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the other wall. I look tired still but more rested than I have in a while honestly.

After having Tate I lived in a state of pure anxiety. It was different when it was just me but then I had a whole other person to take care of. Someone who depended on me and that was hard. Not that I would have it any other way. I love my son.

The rest of me looked really good though. My boobs are perky and bigger since having a child. My h**s had grew a bit wider as well. I am nothing but curves now.

Anglea would say that I am every mans wet dream now. I chuckled at the thought. I wonder how they are all doing now. I miss them.

Shaking the bad thoughts from my head I got in the shower. The warm water rushed over me from all angels and I sighed. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this relaxed.

Hell, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a shower without Tate sitting on the toilet waiting for me. It’s nice to be able to have a bit of time to myself and not have to worry about if Tate is okay. He’s with his dad, the only person who can protect us. I smiled.

I took my time washing my body and hair. There are lots of women’s products in here and I wonder if it was Ambrose’s sister that did this. I’d have to thank her later when I offically meet her.

Thankfully I didn’t have to use shitty products either. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to condition my hair. Usually I just bought shampoo and body wash for Tate and me. I feel pampered honestly.

Once I was done with my shower I used the touch pad inside the shower to turn it off just like Ambrose had shown me. Then I reached out and grabbed the fluffy white towel Ambrose had set out for me. I dried off my body before towel drying my hair a bit. Then I wrapped the towel around my body and walked into the bedroom.

Where I came face to face with Ambrose.

I smiled at him brightly but he didn’t return it. Ambrose’s eyes trailed down my body slowly, drinking in every inch of me. I felt my skin heat under his gaze and my breath hitched. When his eyes returned to mine they had darkened and excitment poured through me.

Is he going to k**s me? Touch me? Gods, I hope so.

“Epperly you shouldn’t walk around like that.” He said lowly.

I frowned.

“Why not? I thought this was our room.” I asked confused.

Ambrose shook his head at me and g*****d.

“Yeah but..” He trailed off as his eyes raked across my body again.

“But what?” I asked confused.

Ambrose’s eyes snapped to mine.

“But it is hard enough to resist you as it is and you’re making it so much harder.” His voice has grown raspy and it ignited heat in my lower belly.

“Resist me?” I asked.

Does he mean he wants to have s*x? I wouldn’t object to that at all. I haven’t been touched in years. It was never a problem for me before but being around my mate is making me all kinds of horny I guess.

Ambrose nodded.

“Yes. I don’t think that you are ready to have s*x yet.” He told me.

I walked across the room so that I’m right in front of him.

“We’ve already done it before though.” I said softly.

Ambrose gulped and it left me feeling powerful, just like when he shivers under my touch. Thinking about that, I reached a hand up to trail up his large chest. Ambrose grabbed my hand and pulled it from his body.

“Don’t do that.” He said softly.

“Why?” I asked.

“Epperly, I don’t think you understand what you’re doing to me.” Ambrose g*****d out.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I was hoping I was making him horny when once again, a small voice interrupted us.

“Dad did you get your clothes? I want a snack.” Tate called from the other side of the door.

“Shit.” Ambrose mumbled. “Yeah buddy, I’ll be right out. There are some blueberries in the fridge, why don’t you have some of those until I come back out.” He called back.

“Okay.” Tate said and then we heard him book it down the hall.

Ambrose blew out a breath before looking at me.

“I only came to get myself some clothes, now I have a boner thanks to you.” He grumbled as he snatched up some of his clothes.

I couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“I swear if our son starts asking me about my hard on and then asks me what one is… I’m telling him to ask you.” He said with his hand on the door.

I laughed even harder. “I could just help take care of it if yo-“

“No. No, no, no.” Ambrose said interrupting me. “Stop it right there.” He said and I had to bite my bottom l*p not to laugh.

Ambrose gave me one last look before groaning and leaving the room.

I laughed as he closed the door and then turned for my bag. Tate and I didn’t have a lot of clothes but we had some. Riffling through my bag I pulled out some underwear, a bra (yes I learned how to use one), a pair of black leggings, and a plain baby pink T-shirt.

It wasn’t often I got to wear something comfortable and cute. This is my favorite shirt. It isn’t fancy, it’s just plain but I love this color. Bright colors always complimented my skin tone. A skin tone my son doesn’t have.

I rolled my eyes. Our next child better look like me or I’m punching Ambrose in the nose.

After I was dressed I dryed my hair off a bit more while walking back to the bathroom. I had a few tolietries like a tooth brush, paste, and a hair brush. I brought them all in here with me and then brushed my teeth.

Then I ran the brush through my wet hair and decided to leave it down. I always love to show my hair off as much as I can, since I didn’t have any for the first 13 years of my life. When I walked back into the bedroom I saw my file sitting on the bedside table.

Do I really want to open it now? After fighting it for all these years? Everything has changed so much in just one day. I feel so much more confident and safe being with Ambrose. Am I ready to see what’s in that file though?

I picked up the file and put it back in the bag. No, I am not ready. Not now. Maybe soon but for now I want to know more about this new life my mate is promising me. Angela would totally freak out if she could see me now.

Finally I walked down the hall to find my mate and son sitting on the stools at the counter. Tate had another cup of b***d and a pb&j sandwich. I smiled at Ambrose and sat next to our son.

Tate is wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. He looks even more like his dad and I rolled my eyes again. So not fair. Then I looked at Ambrose. He’s wearing literally the exact same thing only his black shirt is a V-neck.

I looked between the two of them and frowned.

“No one told me we were matching today.” I complained.

Ambrose chuckled but Tate was the one to answer.

“I wanted to dress like Daddy.” He told me.

“Oh, cause looking exactly like him wasn’t enough.” I pouted.

Tate ignored me as he continued to eat his food. Ambrose chuckled and pushed a cup of tea in front of me. I thanked him and took a drink.

“If you tell me your favorite kinds of tea I can get them here for you.” Ambrose told me.

I shrugged.

“Not sure I have tried that many.” I told him.

“Well, looks like we’ll have to change that.” He said.

“You really don’t have to do that.” I told him.

Ambrose smiled at me.

“I want to. I want the both of you to have everything you never had before.” He told me.

I shook my head.

“That’s going to get expensive.” I mumbled.

Ambrose chuckled again.

“Good thing I make a lot of money then.” He said.

My eyes snapped to his.

“You do?” I asked. Ambrose nodded and opened his mouth but I held my hand up to stop him. “I don’t want to know.” I said. “But I will be getting my own job as soon we are settled.” I said.

“Oh yeah? Doing what?” Ambrose asked.

I shrugged. “No idea. Is there a bar or restaurant around?” I asked.

Ambrose’s body went rigid and he looked away from me.

“Not on the property and I don’t feel comfortable with you leaving every day.” He said.

I could tell that he was trying not to sound controlling but that he was not going to let me leaving the territory happen.

How could I blame him really? I told him that some really bad people are after his mate and son, of course he doesn’t want me to leave the area. And I don’t want to either so how perfect.

“That’s fine. I don’t want to be too far from you and Tate anyways.” I said.

Ambrose’s eyes flickered up to mine and I gave him a smile.

“Well, what kind of things are you good at? We have a kitchen here with a staff to make food for the kids but I’m not sure that’s the type of thing you would want to do.” Ambrose said.

I put my finger on my chin and thought about it for a moment.

“Mommy is really nice with other kids. One time I saw her stop and help a little girl who was crying. The girl lost her mommy and my mommy helped her find her mommy.” Tate said.

I smiled at my son and then turned to Ambrose.

“I do love kids. When I lived in the pack I taught the really little kids. It was more like a daycare, but I taught them the basics. ABCs, counting, reading, that sort of thing.” I told him.

Ambrose smiled brightly at me.

“I’ll let Tia know. She’ll put you to work as soon as you’re ready. Trust me, my sister is a workaholic.” He said with a laugh.

“Great!” I said.

“Mommy, am I gonna stay here while you go to work again?” Tate asked me sadly.

I looked over to Ambrose who gave me a single nod. He was letting me know that I could tell Tate whatever I wanted. I still hadn’t given Ambrose an actual answer about school.

“Well my little butterscotch, actually, you are going to start going to school.” I told him.

Tate’s whole face light up.

“Really!?” He shouted.

I nodded to him.

“But!” I said before he could have a freak out. “You are going to practice using your powers every day with me and your dad. You are going to keep open the mind link with your dad all day you got that?” I asked him.

Tate nodded his little head enthusiastically.

“And we are going to work on teleporting first. Along with plans of action in case anything happens. That way you can get to me and your mom if anything happens and you can’t reach me through the link for any reason.” Ambrose told him.

“Okay!” Tate said. “I can’t wait to go to school. Am I gonna go here?” He asked.

“Yes.” I answered.

“Daddy did you go to school here?” Tate asked Ambrose.

“Yes I did, so did all of your aunts and uncles. One of your aunts runs the whole school. And your cousins will go here too when they are old enough. Right now they are too young.” Ambrose said.

“Did you like it? Were people nice to you?” Tate rushed out the questions.

“I did like it yes.” Ambrose answered.

I frowned at him and he gave me a look that said ‘I’ll tell you later’.

“Do you think I’m gonna make friends?” Tate asked.

“Oh yeah buddy. I think you are gonna make a lot of friends.” Ambrose said and then clapped his hands together.

“Now, are you ready to go see the school?”