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Chapter Twelve
Entering the house, Cohra started to scan over the area, searching for anything that might need to be taken care of in terms of repairs. He was moving his family inside of the house and he needed to make sure that it fit their needs without any compromises having been made to it before they completely settle in. He made his way to the kitchen with his senors running wide open to search for anything that might need to be repaired while he was taking in the appearance of the area. The only thing he was picking up was that the area needed to be cleaned badly and that Manuel hadn't been doing a very good job at taking care of the place after the death of his wife. The sound of Marion's voice speaking up towards him had him to turn from where he was and look to where she was standing and taking in how the kitchen looked for a moment.
"It appears to me that the kitchen needs a good cleaning more than anything." She had a little bit of disugst to her voice from where she was at finding how it appeared to her. "Looks like Manuel didn't know anything about how to keep a house running."
"He didn't know about a lot of things, Marion." Cohra replied to her. "However, there isn't any damage or weak spots in here to worry about. My sensors didn't pick up anything."
"Your sensors are able to look through thick materials to see if there is anything wrong on the other side of it?"
"They can look through thick walls of this house...and they could also look through that nice outfit you have on if you really want them to."
A light chuckle escaped into his voice from where he was with her as he spoke to her. He found his chuckle grew a little more at finding her to flashing him a coy smirk before giving a shake of her head that drew him to her a little more.
"You are in a mood already after having taken those two soldiers on the way here, Cohra?"
"I have been in a mood all day. Just being around like this makes me want to have you."
"Well, you will have to wait until later for us to do that, Cohra. We have lots of work to do to get this house cleaned up, and we have a little girl now that we will have to make sure she is not around to witness her mom and dad having sex in their room."
"I'll be counting down the hours until then."
"I'm going to head on up and see how Mariah is doing right now and if the upstairs needs some work done to it."
He gave a nod of his head towards her at her response. As soon as she turned from him though, he used one of his hands to grab onto her ass in the shorts she was wearing that day. The gesture he had made with her not only had her shooting him a coy smirk but him to let out a chuckle from underneath his mask. His eyes watched her give a shake of her head while she moved towards the direction of the stairs with her hips swaying slightly in her outfit, highlighting the curvaceous form that she was blessed with.
I am one lucky yautja to have a mate as attractive as Marion. She has the kind of body that has me going even when we are just talking to each other.
It had been several days that he had met her for the first time, but it still blew him away that Marion was his to call his own. He knew she was the one when he was watching the group entering his area of the jungle and his gaze fixated itself onto her. There was something about her presence that had captured his focus away from the others that were with her and had him to look at her and only her. That was what drew him to get down onto the ground and move closer so he could observe her. He didn't realize it at the time, but he was in the presence of the woman that would become not only his wife but the mother to his adoptive daughter and to his unborn child that was growing inside of her womb. She had also opened his senses to new emotions he hadn't experienced before, including a fierce need to protect her and kill anyone that chose to threat his happiness with his family.
Although there was no current danger in the area, Cohra was still on his toes and planned to make sure that he didn't let his guard up. He listened to the sound of Marion getting to work upstairs with Mariah, helping her to clean from the sound of the conversation they were having with one another. He directed his attention to the rest of the lower parts of the house to inspect it for any cracks in the walls or anything wrong with the plumbing. He would be the head of the household and it was up to him to make sure that everything was running as it should be. His body moved out of the kitchen and into the living room area where there were lots of beer bottles on an end table where Manuel had been sitting and also on a corner table in the room that was situated between two sofas. Curiously, he took up one of the bottles that was on one of the tables and brought it up for his sensors to take in its smell. The odor that he got off of it had him letting out a displeased sound before putting it back down to rest on the table.
How can a human ingest something as foul smelling as that? It boggles the mind as to how they can enjoy something as foul smelling as that and what to keep drinking more.
He shifted his attention away from the bottle and back to searching for any sign of work that needed to be done other than just routine house keeping in the room. However, he didn't notice anything of place that needed the repairs done to it. He made his way over to where was a door on the ground floor beside the stairs and eased it open to find the master bedroom in there. He was surprised to find it in almost pristine condition unlike the rest of the house. It was strange for his eyes to find the room to be untouched by the beer bottles or the dirt, indicating that Manuel either had been very careful with that room in its appearance or he chose to not sleep in the bed after the death of his wife. His focus was on the room for awhile before he picked up on the sound of Mariah giggling on her way down the stairs with Marion moving behind her. He turned in time to be met by his daughter giving him a hug around his waist. A soft chuckle his mouth at her gesture before he turned his attention to Marion to find her smiling at their interaction. He took this time to admire how their family seemed to be at the time before he chose to speak up with the laughter lingering.
"All right you two. We need to do a lot of cleaning to get this house to where it needs to be, but I am sure we can get it done in no time at all if we all work together."
"After we get done cleaning," Mariah asked, "can we go to the swimming area again?"
"We will have to see about that, my child." Cohra replied, touching her hair. "It is dangerous out right now with so many soldiers coming to this area to try to take your mother and you away from me. We have to be on our guard." He watched her nod her head to him with a little bit of concern there. Seeing this moved him to get down on his knees before her and cup her face in one of his hands as he spoke to her. "Mariah, I promise that will not happen. Unlike Manuel, I am much stronger and I can do much more to keep you safe than he did. The soldiers can try to take me from your mother and you but there is no way that they can do that without paying a price."
"Like those men in the trees?"
"Exactly, but let's not focus on that right now." He rose to his feet as he started to speak with a little more light heartened tone to his voice to them. "Let's just put our attention in cleaning out the trash and then enjoying our first night in our new home." His eyes watched Mariah nod her head before making her way out of the room, mentioning that she knew where some trash bags were. His eyes moved to Marion to find her smiling at him with unconditional love in her eyes for how he handled the situation with their daughter. He gave a nod to her prior to moving to where she was and guiding her out of the room with him to see about getting rid of all the trash and working on making the appearance of the house to be less filthy and more presentable.
