A Pyte Valentine

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2017 Valentine’s Day Collection

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

A Pyte Valentine

“Why am I here?” Chris asked, closing his eyes as he settled more comfortably on the hotel bed.

“Because I need help,” Madison said distractedly as she continued to do whatever it was that she was doing with all those candles.

“With what exactly?” he asked, slowly exhaling as he relaxed on the soft down comforter.

“Setting up the room,” she said, making him wonder if she really knew him at all.

“You’re doing fine,” he said, having absolutely no idea if she was or not and not really caring, not when he could sneak in a nap before he had to go on patrol.

“You could help,” she said with an exasperated sigh that he chose to ignore.

“I could…,” he agreed, turning over onto side and hugged the thick pillow.

“Brat,” she mumbled, but she didn’t try bugging him again about helping, which he appreciated.

There really was nothing like a good nap, he thought as he settled in a nice long-

“What are doing for Izzy?” Madison asked, making him sigh heavily as he rolled over onto the other side and settled in to ignore her.

“For what?” he muttered, already starting to doze off.

“For Valentine’s Day?” Madison said slowly as though he was an idiot.

“I’ve got a whole week to come up find some wilted flowers and overpriced chocolate,” he pointed out, wondering why she was getting on his case when he had seven more days to-

“It’s today,” she said, making everything in him go still, because she really couldn’t have said that, could she?

“Shit!” he snapped, jumping out of bed and racing across the room so that he could make sure that she was fucking with him, but one look at his phone had him swallowing nervously as panic set in.

“Forget something?” Madison asked, chuckling softly as she continued to set candles around the room.

He swallowed nervously as he tried to figure out a way to fix this. He could do it. All he needed to do was to hit a pharmacy on the way home, grab a box of chocolate, a sappy Hallmark card and-

“It’s after nine and all the stores are closed,” Madison said, destroying his only hope in one swoop.

Shit!

“I can’t believe you forgot,” she said in a chiding tone as she shook her head, sighing heavily and clearly enjoying herself.

“Why didn’t you remind me?” he demanded even as he tried to come up with another plan, one that wouldn’t end with him sleeping on the couch for the next week.

Maybe he should stay out on patrol until tomorrow morning when the stores opened and buy out the leftover Valentine’s Day candy, cards and whatever shit he could find that was covered in pink and would make his wife overlook the fact that he’d seriously just fucked up. But, he couldn’t do that, especially not tonight when all the other couples in the mansion would be off celebrating. She was going to need help with the babies and that meant there wasn’t going to be a Plan B.

Unless…

He looked around the room, noting all the romantic touches that Madison had added, candles, rose petals, massage oils and smiled. Perhaps he could salvage this night after all.

Knowing that it would be better for everyone involved, mostly him, if he moved quickly, he pulled out the titanium enforced handcuffs from his back pocket, strolled over to Madison and before she knew what was happening, and that was the key to this plan, he had her on the bed and her hands cuffed to the headboard.

“What the hell are you doing?” Madison snapped as she gave her cuffs a tug, testing them to see if she could break free.

She could easily break the headboard in two and they both knew it, but he was counting on the fact that she wouldn’t want to do anything that would have the human proprietors of this fine establishment asking too many questions. Just in case that didn’t work, he threw this out there, “I’m going to take most of this shit as a thank you.”

“A thank you?” she screeched as she gave her cuffs another tug.

“Mmmhmm, a thank you,” he said as he gathered up all the supplies that would help Izzy to see just how lucky she was to have him.

“I’m going to kill you!” she bit out as her eyes went red, usually a bad sign, but one that he was willing to overlook at this moment.

“No, you’re not,” he said, adding the last candle to the bag as he shot her a grin. “Because I’m going to text Dad and tell him exactly where he can find you.”

She opened her mouth to argue only to snap her mouth shut as she looked up at the handcuffs keeping her trapped there and then down to the dress that had worked its way up her thighs. While she was busy contemplating all the ways that Ephraim would make her night memorable, he was whistling a jaunty tune and heading out the door, making sure to flip the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, ensuring that his best friend was able to fully enjoy this wonderful gift that he was bestowing upon her.