Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 383

Abby

As soon as Karl and I step into the quaint lobby of the little roadside motel, we’re greeted by a wave of nostalgia. The vanilla-scented candles, the soft amber lighting, the Persian rugs on the hardwood floors.

It’s like stepping back in time.

“Hello,” an old woman wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses says from behind the counter. “How can I help you?”

“We’re looking for a room.” Karl steps up to the counter, taking me completely by surprise again.

“A room?” I whisper as the old woman begins flipping through her ledger. “Tonight?”

Karl, noticing my worry, simply smirks and wraps his arm around me. “I packed you a bag,” he whispers in return. “It’s in the trunk.”

“You sly dog.” I teasingly nudge him in the ribs and shake my head, but can’t help but smile. A little overnight trip would be nice right now, I figure. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll finally be able to make a decision in this little motel.

I still can’t believe that I almost forgot about this place; it’s situated between the city and Karl’s pack territory, and it’s where we came to stay together on more than one occasion before the divorce.

But even though we haven’t been here for so long, nothing has changed. Nothing at all, actually. In fact, now that I look at her, I do recognize the old woman; she’s older now, but I remember her working the desk whenever we came to stay all those years ago.

“Here you go,” the old woman says, handing Karl a room key. She pauses then, pursing her lips sadly for a moment, before she continues. “Thank you for being one of our last customers.”

Karl and I both freeze. “Last customers?” he asks.

The old woman nods. “Yes,” she says. “My husband and I are retiring and moving down south, where it’s warmer. Unfortunately, none of our children wish to take on the family business.”

Karl and I exchange sad looks. We’ve had so many fond memories in this place that the thought of it closing just feels like another chapter coming to a sad end.

“I’m… I’m so sorry to hear that,” I manage. “We used to stay here quite often, so it’s sad news.”

The woman blinks at us, clearly taken aback. But then her face splits into a grin. “Oh, dear,” she says warmly, “don’t be sad. When one door closes, another one opens.”

I let out a soft sigh and nod. Karl’s arm tightens around me, and he pulls me close, sensing that I could use the support. As we head up to our room, I can’t help but sigh again.

“She’s right, you know,” Karl says as he unlocks our room. “Almost feels like a sign, doesn’t it?”

A slight laugh escapes my lips. “Yeah, it does. I guess not everything lasts forever.”

“Love does.” Karl takes my hand, his brown eyes meeting mine in the dim light of the hallway. “Love lasts forever.”

At his words, I feel my heart flutter ever so slightly in my chest. Even after all this time, he still has that effect on me.

When we step into the room, I’m hit with another wave of nostalgia. And so is Karl, it seems, because we both stand there, just taking it in one last time.

…

“Look at this place,” Karl said as he wandered over to the window and looked out. He paused, running his finger along the windowsill, and grimaced a bit at the antique furnishings. “You’re sure it’s not too…”

“Kitsch?” I asked with a laugh. I flopped down on the large quilted bed and stretched my arms out to the sides, staring up at the dark wooden rafters that spanned the ceiling. “I love it.”

Karl laughed and walked over to me. I felt the bed compress a bit as he moved over me, his face coming into view.

“Well, as long as you like it, then I like it,” he said. He looked around then and his gaze landed on the ornate wooden headboard. “I’m not sure about the furniture, though. It’s a bit much for my tastes.”

I smirked and tangled my fingers in his hair. “You’ll change your mind once we break the bed in a bit.”

Karl’s face split into a mischievous grin. “Shall we?”

…

With a satisfied sigh, Karl and I roll off of each other, sweaty and exhausted. The sun is hanging low in the sky now, and we’ve effectively spent the last hour making love in the exact bed that we used to do the same in whenever we stayed here before.

Karl peppers kisses along my neck and collarbone as I look up at the ornate headboard. We lay there like that for a while, in comfortable silence, until he finally props himself up on one elbow and looks at me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing along my waist and causing me to shiver.

I smirk slightly and reach up to cup his face in my hands. I pull him closer, pressing a warm kiss against his soft lips, before I sit up and wander across the room to the vanity.

My stomach is still flat, but I look forward to the days when it starts to show. For a few moments, I just stand there, imagining what it will be like when those days come. I’m so lost in my daydreaming, in fact, that I don’t even notice Karl coming up behind me until his arms loop around me from behind.

“It’s crazy, you know,” I mutter, gesturing to my belly. “How I thought that this would never be possible.”

Karl chuckles. “Does that mean you forgive me?”

I turn in his arms, smacking his chest lightly. “You still shouldn’t have done what you did,” I say, then pause, biting my lip for a moment before continuing. “But… yes. I forgive you.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t forgive me, you know,” he says.

For a moment, I just look up at him before I answer. “When I saw you that night at Damon’s gala, I knew I couldn’t stay mad at you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck. “And I knew, deep down, that I wanted to raise this baby with you.”

Karl looks at me seriously. His brown eyes almost seem to sparkle in the golden light of the sun streaming in through the window, and it’s in this moment that I knew I made the right choice.

What he says next, though, takes me completely by surprise.

“I want to start over with you,” he blurts out. “I… I want to go.”

I swallow. “You’re sure?” I whisper.

He pauses, thinking for a moment, then nods. “I’m sure,” he says. “I want to start fresh with you, follow my destiny, start a new chapter. It’s like the old lady said; when one door closes, another opens.”

“You’re right,” I say, nodding slowly. “She’s right.”

“What about you?” Karl asks then. “If you don’t want it, Abby, then we won’t—”

“I want it.”

Karl’s eyes widen. For a few moments, we just look at each other, each too shocked to speak. And then, without a word, he pulls me close and presses his lips against mine. I feel his arms circle around my bare waist, my breasts pressing up against him.

When we finally pull apart, there are tears in my eyes. They’re not sad tears, though; they’re happy. Hopeful.

“Alright,” Karl whispers, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. “We’ll go, and you’ll become my queen.”