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sick?”
“Sick enough. It originally was how Adam and I met. I was puking my guts up as he was walking past my room. When he heard the retching and moans through the door he thought someone was messing up the room with a hangover. When he found it was merely a pregnant woman with morning sickness he was really good about it.”
Suddenly, there was movement under her skin. Josephine felt the familiar, rolling feeling. She giggled at William’s wide eyes and look of utter astonishment.
“He kicked you!”
Josephine rolled her eyes.
“Well, yeah! That’s a good sign. Anyway, you can’t do anything about it because we can’t tell which one it was.”
William merely grinned and pressed his hands closer. “Make them do it again.”
Sighing in despair, she told William a few of the funnier stories of her pregnancy. The babies kicked a few more times.
After they had been quiet for a couple of minutes, William commented quietly, “We must do this again. I feel as if I’ve missed so much already. You do want a large family, don’t you?”
Josephine paused. She always had wanted three or four children, but she had always envisioned the normal life. A house with the requisite mortgage attached, a husband, a huge traditional white wedding, with a dog and three or four cats and a white picket fence.
Being on the run from the cops, pregnant with twins, no husband, no wedding, and no safe place to decorate for the coming babies was not the situation she had planned.
“I had always planned on three or four. I suppose that’s a large family nowadays…” she trailed off, not really wanting to ruin the moment by pointing out her childhood dreams.
William merely nodded and snuggled her closer. Josephine put a hand up onto his chest and tried to think of words to express her question.
“Did you mean what you said last night?”
“Which bit?” he replied easily, not concerned in the least.
Josephine took a deep breath.
“The bit about being a werewolf. I’m sorry, but you must realize how strange and…just plain weird that sounds. It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just…”
“So strange, yeah, I get it. At least you’re not laughing hysterically at me, that’s a start.”
When William threw off the comforter and climbed out of bed, Josephine felt her stomach clench.
“William—’’ She wanted to explain, to justify herself and her doubts. When William merely cut her off with a shake of his head, and started stripping off his shorts, she closed her mouth with a snap of surprise.
What the hell…?
Josephine stared with her mouth agape. She worked her throat, wanted to say something, anything, but she simply stared instead.
William was tall, well over six feet. He was muscled, but in a lean, athletic way. She loved his skin, tanned a deep brown from the sun. His hair, even mussed from sleep, was long, shiny, and gorgeous. His flaccid cock rested against his thigh, Josephine whimsically thought of a sleeping giant. But it was his eyes that drew her, his eyes that she could drown in if she wasn’t careful.
Josephine stared at her lover, at the father of her children. A warm, safe feeling rested deep in her chest. This man, she knew without a doubt, would never intentionally hurt her, would care for her children with his last breath, no matter how odd his feelings about her seemed at times. Their children would always be safe and treasured with him.
Suddenly, before her eyes, William shimmered. Josephine blinked, instinctively not believing what her eyes were showing her. Yet even after blinking she still saw it. William’s body was…shimmering was the only word she could think of.
In the blink of an eye, William was standing before her one second, shimmering as if he were a cartoon mirage about to disappear, and the next second he was no longer there. An enormously large wolf with a dark brown, shining thick pelt of fur stood beside the bed. The fur was the same shade as William’s
“Sick enough. It originally was how Adam and I met. I was puking my guts up as he was walking past my room. When he heard the retching and moans through the door he thought someone was messing up the room with a hangover. When he found it was merely a pregnant woman with morning sickness he was really good about it.”
Suddenly, there was movement under her skin. Josephine felt the familiar, rolling feeling. She giggled at William’s wide eyes and look of utter astonishment.
“He kicked you!”
Josephine rolled her eyes.
“Well, yeah! That’s a good sign. Anyway, you can’t do anything about it because we can’t tell which one it was.”
William merely grinned and pressed his hands closer. “Make them do it again.”
Sighing in despair, she told William a few of the funnier stories of her pregnancy. The babies kicked a few more times.
After they had been quiet for a couple of minutes, William commented quietly, “We must do this again. I feel as if I’ve missed so much already. You do want a large family, don’t you?”
Josephine paused. She always had wanted three or four children, but she had always envisioned the normal life. A house with the requisite mortgage attached, a husband, a huge traditional white wedding, with a dog and three or four cats and a white picket fence.
Being on the run from the cops, pregnant with twins, no husband, no wedding, and no safe place to decorate for the coming babies was not the situation she had planned.
“I had always planned on three or four. I suppose that’s a large family nowadays…” she trailed off, not really wanting to ruin the moment by pointing out her childhood dreams.
William merely nodded and snuggled her closer. Josephine put a hand up onto his chest and tried to think of words to express her question.
“Did you mean what you said last night?”
“Which bit?” he replied easily, not concerned in the least.
Josephine took a deep breath.
“The bit about being a werewolf. I’m sorry, but you must realize how strange and…just plain weird that sounds. It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just…”
“So strange, yeah, I get it. At least you’re not laughing hysterically at me, that’s a start.”
When William threw off the comforter and climbed out of bed, Josephine felt her stomach clench.
“William—’’ She wanted to explain, to justify herself and her doubts. When William merely cut her off with a shake of his head, and started stripping off his shorts, she closed her mouth with a snap of surprise.
What the hell…?
Josephine stared with her mouth agape. She worked her throat, wanted to say something, anything, but she simply stared instead.
William was tall, well over six feet. He was muscled, but in a lean, athletic way. She loved his skin, tanned a deep brown from the sun. His hair, even mussed from sleep, was long, shiny, and gorgeous. His flaccid cock rested against his thigh, Josephine whimsically thought of a sleeping giant. But it was his eyes that drew her, his eyes that she could drown in if she wasn’t careful.
Josephine stared at her lover, at the father of her children. A warm, safe feeling rested deep in her chest. This man, she knew without a doubt, would never intentionally hurt her, would care for her children with his last breath, no matter how odd his feelings about her seemed at times. Their children would always be safe and treasured with him.
Suddenly, before her eyes, William shimmered. Josephine blinked, instinctively not believing what her eyes were showing her. Yet even after blinking she still saw it. William’s body was…shimmering was the only word she could think of.
In the blink of an eye, William was standing before her one second, shimmering as if he were a cartoon mirage about to disappear, and the next second he was no longer there. An enormously large wolf with a dark brown, shining thick pelt of fur stood beside the bed. The fur was the same shade as William’s
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