He woke to the feel of her body pressed tightly to his and his smile rivaled the brightness of the sun. It had finally happened; she had given herself to him. Pulling her closer to him he dropped a kiss onto the top of her head. “Time to wake up Baby, we need to start getting ready to go to Mom and Dad’s.”
She sighed softly and snuggled up closer to him, “Don’t wanna move, happy here.”
Jon grinned like a fool as his hands slid over her back. “I’d be happy to stay here the entire day myself honey, but they ARE expecting us, and I wanna show my girl off to my family.” With a soft smack on her bottom he laughed, “So up and at them baby girl, lets get ready.”
Dusty slowly stood then gave Jon a wicked grin as she bolted for the bathroom. “Dibs on the shower!” She had the door closed and locked before Jon had even managed to sit up. He started to laugh as the thoughts of how his life just might change now surrounded him, and he was damned happy at the thoughts.
Two hours later Jon was pulling into his parent’s driveway and shut the motor off. Turning slightly in the seat he watched Dusty fidget, her golden eyes scanning the brightly lit house. “Baby they are gonna love ya, quit worrying bout that.”
She gave him a small smile, her thoughts racing. She couldn’t tell him that she wasn’t worried about that, because she wasn’t. She was worried about which ever parent that was a shifter, who HADN’T told him he was one. How would they react to her? “I’ll try Jon, but I admit it’s a daunting thing to meet someone’s parents.” She smiled and swallowed her nervousness. Nothing was going to get her out this, and nothing was going to make her leave Jon, she’d just have to figure things out as she went along.
As they entered the Bongiovi home Jon was swarmed by his two brothers, his dad and mom and assorted other family members. It took a bit of time, but finally he had made the circle of family. Wrapping his arm around Dusty’s waist he slowly moved her over to the two most important people in his world, his mom and dad. “Mom, Dad, I’d like to introduce you to Dusty Matthews, the most wonderful girl in the world.”
Carol and John smiled with delight to finally meet the young girl their son had waxed so poetic about for weeks. She was a lovely girl and they could see what Jon loved about her. She was like a piece of walking sunshine in both coloring and warmth.
Dusty’s mind was spinning. It had skipped a generation, his parents weren’t shifters, and she smelled no wolf in them at all. Well that explained why Jon refused to remember or believe what he saw that first night, and why he didn’t know. His parents couldn’t tell him what they had no idea about, which niggled and worried her mind all night. How was she going to explain this to him? As the night wore on she tried valiantly to push the worries deep and just enjoy his family. They all treated her like she’d been a member of the family forever teasing her about Jon and teasing Jon about her.
The night came to a pleasant end and before she knew it she and Jon were in the car and on the way back home to the apartment. As he drove through the night her thoughts twisted in on themselves. What the heck was she going to do now? His parents weren’t shifters; none of his family seemed to be. That just made it all the harder now. How was she going to explain things to him? She had no back up or moral support, she had no one to even blame for this but herself.
A soft sigh escaped her and garnered Jon’s attention. “You ok Golden?” He glanced at her, his blue eyes shining with concern.
A whisper of a smile played peek-a-boo with the shadows of the night, her golden eyes almost shining back at him. “Oh I’m fine. Just thinking of how nice your family was.”
Jon gave her a silky smile. “Yeah baby, they did like you. That’s a good thing as I plan on keeping you around forever huh?”
Dusty gave him the appropriate laugh then gazed back out at the scenery flying by. Just how was she going to tell him about the bonds he and she had forged that very afternoon? How was she going to explain how difficult it would be for both of them if they were apart? There was no simple way to do it, hell he had blanked it from his mind when she had shown him how unique she was, so how was she going to broach the subject now?
It was then a desperate thought occurred to her. He had no formal training as a shifter, no preconceptions about bonds; just maybe the bond wouldn’t affect them like it had others. Maybe she wouldn’t have to tell him at all. Closing her eyes she made the decision to wait. If he started showing signs of what distances could do to bonded shifters she’d talk about things, but until then discretion was the better part of valor. Right or wrong she was going to wait and pray if the time came, he wouldn’t hate her too much.
It was the only thing she could do, at least for now.
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