26. Lemon Tree.

Everyday life started once I had recovered. Mimosa's after-heat would last a few more weeks, and our building project for the wings of the house was well underway. I then started working on my own parts of the wings, designing and going through the floor plans of the different houses and seeing what kind of wings had already been suggested. I did not now take Magnum to be my personal trainer as I walked and planned my wings, too. I get myself in shape. 

Each of the three of us would then get to decorate a floor, and as the houses where the wings were going were always almost at least four to six floors that was the job, but we wanted carpets on the whole floor and the lighting was up to each of us.

Mirella had planned hers to look like a hotel almost, whereas Mimosa had opted for a more open floor plan and bright colors. There were these big folders where they had put their ideas on so we could see what each of us was doing.

I wanted luxury in my wings and my carpet would be soft, colors would be muted, pastels, but few rooms could be brighter. Beds would be enormous, soft, and the best there is, I wanted to make nests for myself but then again few rooms to spend a good time in the heat with whoever wanted to care for heat, but heat rooms would be certain, in heat no fucking in every room and those heat rooms well, good air conditioning, not most expensive bedding as heat sex is messy, those were planned as fucking rooms.

Then a few specialty rooms like the plant laboratory and also for medbays. I had so many good ideas. Most of my bought houses would not get wings as they were big enough and some parts of the house could be isolated safely and put their own air conditioning on then too. So there would not be any problems in keeping heat in those too. Heavy doors would ensure peace too. Few safety tricks so Damien could not get to me so easily. 

Each floor had an aquarium room and a greenhouse, but again, those would be the wing designer's rooms, then the bedrooms, the girls' pleasure room, the spa, the kitchen, and the medbay. I had my own little rooms like those labs and a photography room as well photo studio.

I quite shamelessly always took the kitchen and the medbay on their own floors and found that Mirella has booked quite a few girls' nice rooms, and Mimosa specializes in spas and gyms. Mimosa took also blood rooms and made herself into rooms too. 

I ordered materials and called around, telling my visions to builders and designers. This was a damn nice project. I had so much inspiration from everywhere and the internet was just full of ideas. Once I got my vision through, there was always someone ready to make it come true.

I just felt Damon's presence in my mind at times. He was somewhat confused and a bit even insecure. He saw the wings as a threat, so I would retreat to hide in them from him. Maybe I would if he started looking at me with a piece of meat look. There would be a safe place for me if Damien would emerge, so I needed to keep my eye on to ball to speak.

I send my love and affection to Damon each time I feel him in my mind, just to show him that I am not going to abandon him even though we have wings for the girls, too. I send him a few pleasant fantasies in my heat onto the wing, just for the two of us. It seemed to perk him up a bit even.

Bran had reportedly not liked the entire wing idea, but there was nothing he could do when none of these houses were his. The new leader of our pack was Charles, and Adam was very happy with that. These were mostly Adam's houses and boys were more than happy to get wings on them.

When it came to my several tens of houses, there was building also going on, isolation on maybe some wing or part of the house, so there was safe space to keep heat. Several floors might be isolated, but some of them might have just the upper floor isolated, many rooms, so we had to decide who does what.

Even though this had been Mirella's idea. She was not so keen to decorate everything extra, but she gave me or Mimosa on those upper floors to be fixed. I took the challenge with a happy smile on my face.

We had been in the medical center for five weeks, and amazingly, Damon had been my safety first two weeks, then my infection lasted 4 weeks. He had taken care of me while I had been no so obedient patient, and he had fed up when the infection was not going away and velveted me for two weeks.

Mimosa and Mirella's after-heat was still on. If it lasted another 3 weeks, I would have that long to plan my wings. But my dear husband had again put a much stronger implant in my stomach and disturbed my concentration by having to go out to eat now and then.

But even here, I have ideas and everything. Every house like Chicago wouldn't have a wing, and castles could then be isolated, with a floor for shelter. After planning the wings for two weeks, I had a week to spare and decided to go out once again to empty my safe deposit boxes.

I would get quite a loot from them and it would be so nice to drive, sing, be free, and see always what did I own. Now in a few boxes had been deeds from actual houses and even three islands. Big ones with houses and beaches and everything. One is near China, one near Japan, and one on the Easter Islands. So more islands and houses could be in there too. Of course, I needed to be a good wife and pack member and try to remember to give these to Charles, too. Guns and drugs I could leave into bases even. 

I made myself lunch and decided to take my rose-red Cadillac; it was a sports model and had a very extensive storage system, and I would pack three more special bags with me, which also had very secure systems so I could empty my lockers at my leisure. I had so many of them, that it would be good to empty them and then at some point get more of them when doing sniping or kill sprees.

I made an itinerary and everything. It would be a pleasant holiday trip. I could drive in peace, empty my lockers, and at the same time, I could even take some of my stuff to the base of the fleas, for example, explosives and money.

I had finished getting my car ready the day before and had put on a dress, a bright pink silk dress that would be cool and comfortable for the drive as I was starting from the south, so it would still be quite warm to drive. My dress reached to my knees, and it was very light material. Thin silk. My blood-red long hair was just a careless ponytail.

I had a roof option in my car in case of bad weather, but I liked to keep the top down and had my morning coffee picked up. Packed my lunch, which was huge sandwiches with a variety of meats and cheese too. Boiled goose eggs, too. And poured three pots of coffee into the quality thermos I had bought for this trip.

When I went out, I froze in place as Damon leaned against my car expectantly and said, "Are you ready, darling? This is going to be an interesting week. "

It sure as fuck is. I stopped at the door. My bags were slung to my shoulder, my dress moved a bit as the breeze hit it.

He had that look in his eye that I'd get a flank and fast if I started to give him any lip. He took out one flank syringe and twirled it in his hand.

So I calmly walked to my car, put my lunch bag on the back seat, and my other bags, too. I smiled at him, and said sweetly, now there was nothing he could threaten. "Damon, are you going to drive behind me or what?"

He looked at me for a moment and straightened up, took a few steps closer so he was almost on top of me, and said, "No darling when I drive, and you are in the car. Or do you have a problem with that? Maybe you should calm down a bit?"

The syringe was still in his hand. His voice was low. There was an edge to it I knew he wasn't in a playful mood. He took the keys to my car from my hands, opened his door, got into the driver's seat, and began to adjust his driving position comfortably.

I walked to the other side and got in. I put the sat nav on and said, "I'll just take the supplies to the bases whenever I want, so don't be surprised. There is quite a lot that I can take there. I will tell you directions then to the base when it is time."

He looked at me sharply and said, "You can believe that Charles and Adam were very interested in your brief trip. Charles, as pack leader, was not so impressed by your timing as you knew that neither of them could come with you. That's why I promised to come along, and I'll decide what goes where. Now, missy, don't even think you're in charge of this trip because you're not."

I was quiet and nice. Because I felt the injection sinking into my lungs, my mind blurred up as the car started to drive. Warning had been given, so it was up to me to behave. I had a few good sentences in my mind but I kept them carefully hidden as I wanted to enjoy this trip even a bit. 

This was going to be another very interesting road trip. Damon was driving in silence. He was driving relaxed, and the car was like an extension of his mind. In fact, I didn't mind sitting and admiring. I began to learn to find the good in moments like this every day, like the fact that he actually came with me and we did this trip together.

This was just everyday life for us. Now he wanted to be with me, not some other woman. We were having an actual road trip and with his core on the surface, this was something new to me even. Not necessarily bad, but new. I analyzed him in my mind and admired his face and his driving style.

He murmured to me. "Darlin, flattering won't save you from flanks if I see them necessary, but thank you. It is not every day one can hear someone admiring me so openly. "

I always went to the bank myself because he found it boring to wait there and he couldn't get into the vault anyway because these were personal boxes and just for me. He didn't mind; he was almost happy about it.

We ate our lunch together, of course, and he drank most of my coffee. I then went to buy myself a Coca-Cola because I was on caffeine. Damon and Samuel had discovered some time ago that my body worked much better and I absorbed my nutrients and all if I had enough caffeine, but I had to get it from either Coke or coffee.

None of the synthetic tablet versions were absorbed by me. It had been tried for years, and a caffeine implant was planned as well, but as long as I could drink coffee and Coca Cola, I would be fine. It had just been a new ingredient, even in the intestinal mush, coffee, and Coke. I don't know if you could even call it a visceral puree anymore when it started to have everything else in it.

We took nothing to the Flea bases. When I came out of the bank, Damon looked carefully at what I brought and listed it in his mind. I had to put the stocks and anything that would go to Charles in the bags and the guns came in the car and he had brought his bag for the drugs to put them in. Every drug he went through and quite a few, he furrowed his brow as if they were something that weren't wonderful drugs.

Our trip lasted a whole week and towards the end, he was no more relaxed. He was focused and on a mission, almost. Then when he returned me to the Boston house where Adam and Charles and Mimosa and Mirella had moved to, he just went in to drop off the bags and then left without a word.

He took the medicine with him when he left. Samuel didn't even ask for the drugs. Charles announced that the new animal in our hospital was almost ready and it wouldn't be long before we could have the opening. I was nervous about the whole thing and we started going over the decorating stuff with Adam and Charles again when Mimosa came to rest on my head after a hard day's work.

Mirella was sterilized pretty early on, as her vampire heat time was not something that would be practiced in this pack. Mirella was quiet and taciturn about it, but perked up when I gave her my file on what I had already done to her wings.

Mirella said that the construction was progressing on schedule and at some point, we would get to visit the wings and see what else was going to be there. We started talking about that since the wings were being built at the same time we could share, then that each of us would go through some houses as to some things we would have to decide there and we would go through our joint policies before such a trip would be in order.

I didn't know where Damon was going and why. Was it another need for strange women or some other thing? I didn't even have to think about it because if Charles didn't want to know something about my opinion on something at the clinic, then either Mirella or Mimosa had got the idea.

The only wedding present we'd got from Bran was that he'd canceled his marrok orders so our nights were wild. Charles gave up and so did I, not to mention Adam. Mirella was up to something in the medbay and Samuel and Bran were also in the house. And I could see how Bran was pissed off at me for being with Charles and Adam. How it pissed him off he didn't boss me around all the time or that I almost always had two bodyguards, so he couldn't get at me at all.