Promise you I'll never leave your side

'Cause I'm telling you you're all I need

Aiden hadn't considered the depths of the puzzlement that existed within his new girlfriend at the liberal usage of his name, nor had he contemplated what conclusion she may have drawn when he'd all but forbidden her to utter those two syllables. She seemed almost.....eager to receive his blessing to call him by the same name as the rest of his family, a bright smile lit up her feminine features as she inquired after those boundaries he had set. A soft noise left his lips, the Were-King almost uncertain how exactly to explain the extent at which he deemed his first name acceptable. "How about just...when it's us...and with them obviously." He gestured loosely towards the front door of their bedroom, certain she would understand the gesture. It was the very mention of his family however, that reminded Aiden of his stomach and that desire for the breakfast he could smell with an ever-increasing intensity. Matteo's cooking was, admittedly, worth getting up for. The Were-King pulled himself from the comfort of those warm sheets, stretching out his chiseled physique in the process, entirely unattentive to the weight of those Aurelian irises that so followed his every curve.

Rather, the Alpha reached for the pair of jeans he'd abandoned on the floor the previous evening, the man only just considering those basic necessities he had lost with the wreckage of his home. It was the sound of Mira's voice that drew his attention towards her and the duffle bag at her feet - the Were-King moving to join her as she plucked the first of those 'treasures' from the depths of the bag. He hardly anticipated seeing his Bugatti again, the project one he had assumed merely lost to the sea. A rare grin crossed Aiden's features as he reached for the vehicle, the emerald of his gaze intensely inspecting it to ensure not a piece was lost on it during its regrettably rough transportation. How quickly she pulled other meaningful items from the bag, ones he had entirely forgotten of when the Ark had begun its descent into its watery grave - the model Lamborghini Mira had given him, his father's watch, Matteo's rosary, Mira's lava stone bracelet. Each item was uniquely valuable and entirely irreplaceable.

How he had missed the weight of that jewelry he so frequently wore, the world somehow seemed just a touch more...manageable now that they too had been salvaged. Those words of gratitude upon his lips were entirely genuine, even if Mira insisted it was merely a start. To her, it might have been nothing more than a beginning but to him, oh it meant everything. The additional outfits she pulled from her black bag were merely additional benefits he hadn't anticipated, the Alpha eagerly abandoning those dirty jeans in favor of the outfit Mira had given him, even without the socks she'd forgotten. They, after all, were hardly as important as a fresh pair of underwear, in comparison. Aiden lounged at the foot of the bed as Mira finished readying herself for the day, the man vaguely inquisitive as to the contents of both duffle bags. His brief inspection of the bag Raven had packed revealed even more of his clothes, the Were-King pleasantly surprised to find that leather jacket he favored. It seemed both women had thought of him when he had been otherwise preoccupied...how...unexpected.

It was only once Mira was ready that Tetradore led her from their bottom floor bedroom, the scent of breakfast all the more potent, accompanied by the sounds of his father in the kitchen. With ease, Tetradore led the way down the hall, and through the Great Room, the Were-King entirely familiar with the layout of the home as he led Mira towards the kitchen. A warm simper near immediately pulled at the corners of his lips at the very sight of the Frenchman, Aiden effectively cutting off any good morning's with the insistence that Matteo would hardly believe what Mira had believed of him. The very utterance seemed to catch the immediate attention of both fae and she-wolf, Mira suddenly of the belief that he neither had no need to speak nor that he had any real knowledge of what he was talking of. Matteo's inquiry was enough to prompt Aiden to continue and yet before he could make any real headway in that story, he found his mouth covered by Mira's hand, that momentary triumph upon her features prompted a short tussle, one in which Aiden so effortlessly won.

Her demand, along with that huffed pout were both entirely ignored as Aiden informed his father of that surely ridiculous belief that he would sleep with more than one woman. The chuckle upon Matteo's lips only furthered the grin upon his own, the fae insisting that this was hardly a problem that Mira would ever have to fret over. The notion that he was not designed for one woman prompted a soft chuckle upon Aiden's lips as he released Mira from his grasp. Her sarcasm hardly seemed to perturb the Were-King as he meandered towards the bar, the Alpha sliding easily in his seat with a brief glance at the food Matteo had so diligently crafted. He knew better, by this point, to indulge before the fae was finished, Mira's inquiry of what breakfast consisted of was answered with a veritable feast, the very likes of which Aiden had come to expect from his father. It was the mention of packaged pasta, however, that prompted Aiden's head to rise from the cellphone he'd plucked from his pocket. "He asked me what I had to cook like he expected some fucking farm-fresh produce or some shit." Aiden shot back effortlessly, providing his father with an equally pointed glare.

His gaze dropped back to the phone in his hand as he pulled up his internet browser, the Were-King hardly glancing at Mira as she offered to make mimosas. "Sure." He answered simply to the query, Aiden momentarily distracted by the low number on the far top right corner of his cellphone screen. He glanced briefly up at the Frenchman as he asked after a cellphone charger, certain his father was more than capable of summoning one, their phones, after all, of the same make and model. Aiden had already begun to pull up a list of cargo ships for sale in the area, they pulled his attention back towards his screen as Matteo muttered his agreement. He hardly glanced up as the fae tossed the cord in his direction, those instincts made it all too easy to catch it. Quickly, Aiden focused his attention on plugging his phone is as Matteo placed those dishes upon the counter and, in turn, easily within the Were-King's reach.

The Were-King turned those emerald eyes upwards to reach for a piece of fruit on the plate in front of the Frenchman, that insistence that his grandfather would be soon arriving prompted a sidewards glance towards Mira, the man uncertain if the she-wolf was prepared to meet yet another member of their family. His father's insistence that he wasn't allowed to indulge in too many of those chocolate croissants, however, prompted a scowl upon his features, one that only worsened by Matteo's admittance of a 'conspiracy' against his brother-in-law. Unfortunately, before he could offer even a glimpse of a lecture at the fae, Matteo vanished, leaving Aiden merely scoffing in his wake. It was Mira's voice that drew his attention back towards the phone in his hand, the young woman quickly catching onto his current quest. "Yeah, I was looking to see if there was anything in the area. I think I might have to look further away though..." He commented, reaching across the island towards one of those chocolate croissants he had been put on an apparently hard limit.