Page 78 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
“No. No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just, well, I know you said after we mated that I’d be able to tap into your supernatural healing and all, I guess I just wasn’t expecting this.”
I reach into the pocket of my hoodie and pull out the little white stick I’ve been hiding all day.
Dane stares at it, confused for about two seconds.
Then his eyes widen. His jaw drops.
“Is that?—?”
I nod, my throat too full to speak.
“It’s positive, Dane.”
He stares. I mean stares, like I just told him he won the supernatural lottery.
“You’re—we’re? Fuck, Tamare, are you saying you’re?—?”
I laugh through the tears building fast behind my eyes.
“Pregnant. Somehow, someway, our miracle baby decided to show up fashionably early.”
He pulls me into his arms so fast I yelp, spinning me in a circle as I squeal and cling to him, laughing and crying all at once.
“Holy shit,” he whispers against my mouth. “I didn’t think I could be this happy again. I didn’t think I deserved it.”
“You do,” I whisper back. “We do.”
He cups my face, serious now, golden eyes glowing like twin suns.
“Pretty Girl, I’m going to love this baby with everything I am. Just like I love you. Just like I love Alex. We’ve got our own pack now.”
“A pride,” I correct with a wink.
He growls, low and possessive, and kisses me slow, sweet, and deep.
Behind us, the fire crackles. Above, the stars burn bright. And in his arms, I know exactly where I belong.
This is the life I never knew I could have. The family I never thought I’d be part of.
And it’s just getting started.
“Fuck, I love you more every day,” Dane says, his voice low and full of heat, the words rumbling against my skin like thunder rolling across a summer sky.
I step out of his arms, watching as his smile slips into confusion—just for a second—before I start unbuttoning the long-sleeved flannel shirt I borrowed from him earlier.
I’m not wearing anything underneath. And his hungry gaze drops like a weight to my naked, heavy breasts.
“Show me,” I whisper.
That’s all it takes.
His eyes go molten, gold swirling like sun fire. And just like that, the switch flips—my sweet, doting husband replaced with the growling, possessive predator I know and love.
Dane stalks toward me, each step deliberate, hungry, and hot enough to make my knees tremble.
The dying campfire crackles nearby, throwing sparks into the night air like stars being born as he corners me, gently but insistently, back toward the blanket spread over the grassy knoll where we’d eaten s’mores and whispered promises under the stars.
“Come here, Mate,” he growls, voice hoarse with need.
