Page 33 of A Luna's Revenge

They all gasped and shook their heads, mumbling about stupid males.

"There never was anything going on between them," I add.

"Oh, we know that now." a tiny but tough female was quick to interject. "It’s all public knowledge due to the prosecution she’ll eventually face. It’s in the records."

"You are the one that suffered, Luna Charlie." another female enforcer reassured me. "Well, you and this precious pup." She crooned to Xyran. "Aren't you the cutest little pup!"

We spent the next hour showing Xyran off to everyone, but he decided he had had enough at that point. He began wailing pitifully and would not be soothed. "I think it's time we went up to get him fed and changed, then down for a nap," I tell Jenson.

"I agree, but I’ve another surprise for you." Grabbing Xyran and his diaper bag, Jenson nodded so I would follow him out the back door. As we started walking through the forest, Jenson is cuddling and bouncing Xyran. He gazes at his father intently, a serene look of contentment on his little face. The connection between them practically hums; it’s so magical.

As we approach "our meadow," a large house stands before us. "Jenson, what is this?" I ask.

"I built us a new house, Charlie," Jenson admits. "Even before I knew about Xyran, I wanted—no, I hoped you and I could mend our relationship. We need a fresh start, Charlie. Come inside, let me show you around."

The house is beautiful. It has a wrap-around porch with a set of swings in the corner. Lovely ceiling fans are placed throughout. Through the oak front door, we enter into an ample living space.

There is a seating area placed strategically around a massive fireplace. That will be nice on cold winter nights. Behindthe seating area, a floor-to-ceiling wall of windows looks out into the forest to the right of the house. The windows are rolled back on tracks to expand the space onto a large deck.

A dining area is next, leading into a gorgeous kitchen and pantry. A main suite and three bedrooms are up the steps to the left of the living space on the second floor. Each bedroom has its ensuite bath.

The smaller bedroom next to the main is decorated as a nursery in blues and tans. "When was this built?" I eye Jenson suspiciously. "Was this nursery originally for Tracy's pup?"

"No, baby." Jenson strokes my back soothingly. "This was just another bedroom until a couple of days ago. I ordered all the furniture and decor for the nursery. Our parents pitched in to set everything up so our pup would have a nursery ready for him. The house has been here for months, but I've not lived here until now."

It's then that I feel safe enough to admire the nursery. Xyran's name is spelled out in large raised letters on the wall. Spread throughout the space are various toys, blankets, and anything a pup would need.

The closet and a chest are filled with infant clothing of various sizes, including a supply of diapers and wipes that will last at least a few months.

Matching overstuffed rocking chairs are nestled next to a bookshelf stocked with storybooks. The changing table is across from the baby bed.

It’s the perfect oasis for us to feed and nurture our pup. There is even a camera monitor in the corner of the ceiling, where we can watch our pup as he sleeps.

This room and this house make me feel safe and caredfor.

Jenson lays Xyran on the table to change his diaper and clothing. After putting him in a soft sleeper, he brought him tome in the rocking chair. Xyran latches on greedily as I place him on my breast. After a few minutes, he is full and asleep. I pull him from my breast and wipe his mouth.

Jenson lifts him to his shoulder, where he has placed a soft towel on which to burp him. Next, he gently kisses his head and lays him down for a nap.

"There is an app that connects to the camera system." Jenson shows me on his phone as we leave the nursery. He pulls it up and connects itto the camera in Xyran's room. "Give me your phone," he says. I watch Xyran sleeping on Jenson's phone while he loads the app on mine. He has thought of everything.

He leads me back down the stairs, where we find an older woman in the kitchen. Jenson stops and introduces us. "Charlie, you remember Selma Billings? She now works for us as a part-time nanny and housekeeper."

Selma is busy working at the island. "Hi, Alpha. Hi Luna. I am just prepping dinner and adding a few extra casseroles to the ones in the freezer." She leads me to the upright freezer that blends into the cabinetry and opens it to show me that it’s nearly full of homemade dinners. "Each one comes with a note detailing the contents, cooking time, and temp instructions. I hope it makes taking care of our Alpha Heir easier on you."

"Thank you, Selma!" I burst out as I hug her. "That is so sweet of you."

"Well, it’s my job to care for you guys." She pats my back as she hugs me. "I'll just pop this in to cook." She says, shoving a delicious-looking casserole in the oven. "And these in the freezer." She deposits a couple of foil-covered pans there. "I made a few different onesso that you can have another one tomorrow night. There are also a few breakfast ones as well."

"Thanks, Selma." Jenson interrupts. "I am going to take Charlie for a walk while you are here." He grabs my hand, pulling me out through the opening to the deck.

"I have a couple more surprises for you, my love." He beams, lifts me off my feet, and races down the steps with me in his arms. I look up just beyond our backyardandsee our meadow in the distance. I gasp. "Oh, Jenson. You didn't."

"Yes, I did, my darling. Yes, I did." He chuckles.

Chapter 21 - Charlie's Meadow

Charlie

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