“Yes, daddy,” Crew says with a smirk. “We’ll be good and let you tell us what to do.”
Mason makes a face. “Nope. That will not become a thing. No way.”
Kiara giggles. “Yeah, let’s never say that again. Not my kink, baby.”
“Mine either,” Crew sing-songs, but it was totally worth it for the look on his face.
Mason shakes his head, muttering under his breath about brats as he pulls into the driveway. It’s flat because no one wants to live on a hill when the ice and snow start—at least not anyone that’s used to the weather the mountains produce—but it curves a bit with trees on each side until they open up to reveal the house.
It’s a log cabin that was popular with tourists visiting the area, but it’s massive. Three stories tall with a wrap-around porch on the first two levels and large windows to let in the natural light.
Kiara gasps. “It’s beautiful.”
“We get to live in a log cabin?” Crew tilts his head. “Wait. Can it be called a cabin when it’s this big?”
I snort. “Who the fuck knows. You can call it whatever you want because it’s yours.”
“Ours,” he argues with a smile. “Fuck, I need to see the inside.”
Mason pulls up alongside one of his company’s trucks and parks. “Remember, stay with me.”
“We will, Mason. Please stop stressing out.” Kiara reaches into the front seat to rest her hand on his shoulder. “We’re going to love it, I promise.”
He lays his hand on top of hers and squeezes. “I sure hope so.”
We all climb out and head inside. There’s no one on the first level working, as Mason did all the work down here himself.
The entryway opens into an open floor plan with the living room, kitchen, and dining room taking up most of the space, and there’s a bathroom off the living room. We show them the massive game room at the back of the house—or at least that’s what we’re planning to make it. Right now, it just has a couch and a TV. We only have the most basic of furnishings because we didn’t want to decorate until our pack was complete.
We wanted to decorate it with Kiara—and now Crew.
We give them a quick tour before heading upstairs. It's noisier up here as they’re finishing up some of the rooms. Alexander, Mason, and I all have a room on this floor, plus there are five other bedrooms—each with its own en suite. There’s also a theatre in the back.
I hang back as Mason and Alexander show the newest members of our pack around. Their jaws are practically on the floor.
I know they weren’t expecting a place to rival Pack Owens’s house, and we probably don’t need a place this large, but we’d fallen in love with it.
As we head up to the third floor, silence envelopes us once again. Mason had them start on this level, but he’d already done a sizable chunk of the work on his own.
This is the floor that houses the pack bedroom with its nest and bathroom big enough for all three of us. It’s the smallest floor and the pack bedroom takes up most of the space, but there are four bedrooms up here as well. They’re smaller, meant for children if we’re blessed with them.
When Mason throws open the double doors to the pack bedroom, Kiara and Crew rush inside with gasps, and I can’t help grinning.
I never doubted that they would love what Mason designed for them—for us.
There’s a massive bed in the center of the room, but the best part of the bedroom is the floor-to-ceiling windows on three of the walls and the view of the mountain.
“This is…” Kiara’s voice breaks as she leans into Crew, who wraps his arm around her.
“Perfect. Absolute perfection,” he finishes for her.
When they turn back to us, there are tears in their eyes.
“Obviously, anything you don’t like, we can change,” Mason assures them, but Kiara is already shaking her head.
“Mace, it’s like you plucked the perfect room from our heads and built it for us.”
Alexander and Mason both let out sighs of relief, while I smirk. “You haven’t even seen the bathroom, the nest, or the closets. You think it’s perfect now, wait until you see it all.”