Dreaming of the Wolf
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“Skinny-dip on a night when the moon shimmers in the night sky.”
“You mentioned doing that before. Sounds like fun. Have any drive-in theaters around here?” she asked, as he drove down their long wooded drive.
“Forty-five minutes from here in Green Valley.”
She smiled. “Looks like we have the start of a wonderfully delightful honeymoon scheduled, right here at home.”
Home. It was home. And she had a man she could love just like her mother had loved her father. And a whole new family who loved her just as much as she loved them back.
And a whole mess of babies that would be here before they knew it. Triplets. She shook her head and cuddled next to Jake, her gown making her feel like she was cocooned in satin like a fairy princess. He wrapped his arm around her as they pulled into their driveway.
“What are you thinking now?” Jake asked, kissing the top of her head.
“When I first saw you, I thought you were one handsome, dangerously devilish man.” She rubbed her belly. “Boy, did I have that right.”
He chuckled, parked the truck, and carried her out of the vehicle. “I wanted to kiss you in the worst way. And that was my undoing.”
And the beginning of his life. He sighed, carried his mate and bride across the threshold, and vowed to give her the honeymoon of a lifetime, right here close to home. He would take pictures of her among the wildflowers, her hair freely flowing over her shoulders while she wore a tank top and short shorts, braless, barefoot, and pregnant, just as he’d envisioned so many weeks ago—except for the triplets part. And he couldn’t be more pleased with the way the picture had changed.