Page 26 of One Night with the Werewolf
“Sure.” Maybe I haven’t thought of all the angles of it yet, but I love the idea. Moving into Roscoe’s little home, setting up a room for the baby, sleeping in the same bed? “I have to sort some things out, find a new roommate for Arin. But I would love to live with you.”
He sighs with pleasure and plants his lips on my forehead. “Thank you. It would give me a lot of peace of mind if you were there with me. If I could watch over you.”
I think I understand. His instinct is to protect us now.
“I want to experience it with you.” I run my hand over the stubble on his cheek, luxuriating in the scratchiness. “Having a baby.”
“I want that, too.”
After a few more minutes, I sense his knot releasing, and slowly, he slides out. I gasp at the rush of cum that spills down, and I quickly sit up to look. It’s all over the comforter, so much I’m shocked by it.
“If you weren’t already pregnant, you probably would be soon,” Roscoe says with a snort. “That’s what the knot is for.”
“For… knocking me up?”
He nods. “That’s how the internet explains it. Keeps all my cum inside you.” He tucks me in against his side. “And I’m going to knot you constantly, Emelia.”
I shiver. “I don’t mind that.” It felt absolutely spectacular.
Eventually, though, I notice that it’s nearing ten o’clock.
“Roscoe?”
His eyes slowly open, and he gazes over at me with a smile on his lips. “Yeah?”
“Will you stay over? Tonight?”
That smile widens. “Of course.” He turns so my head is on his arm, and his other hand is slung over my waist. I revel in all the places we touch, everywhere his warm body meets mine. “I would love to.”
So I get up and switch off the light, then write a quick Post-it note to Arin and stick it on my door, telling them that we’ll talk in the morning.
When I climb back in bed, I think Roscoe is already asleep, until his arm darts out and pulls me back down to him. Then he covers us with the blankets, and it’s easy to drift off, tangled up in his embrace.
ROSCOE
This woman. Lovely and accepting, open and warm, genuine and adventurous. She breathes a new life into me that I didn’t know I was missing.
I get up early to get to work on time, still wearing my clothes from yesterday. Emelia rises with me, offering me a bagel with cream cheese before we both head off to work. We agreed to meet tonight at my house to have a deeper discussion and start making plans.
Light as air, I head off to today’s work site. I’m there in my physical body, having conversations, doing my job, but mentally I’m completely in the clouds. Goddamn, I’m almost fifty years old and I’m having a baby with a woman half my age. I must be insane. Completely lost my marbles.
What will Jason say? I don’t even want to think about Julie when she inevitably finds out. And my friends, mostly gruff older men like me, who meet at the bar for pool? They’re going to drag me over the coals. Sleeping with a younger woman—my son’s girlfriend!—and then knocking her up.
It should look like a disaster, but I couldn’t be more fucking thrilled.
It’ll be tough, I know. I’m gonna be an old guy before our kid is off to college. I’m gonna be chasing a toddler around on my fiftieth birthday. But god, it sounds like the best thing to ever happen to me, getting to do that with Emelia.
I get a text message partway through the day from the very subject of my thoughts.
Sick as a dog.
Poor thing. She mentioned that her morning sickness is what set off finding out about the baby, and I imagine it hasn’t gotten better overnight.
Are you staying at work?
Yeah. Quarterly reports and stuff.
It feels so normal, texting with her while I should probably be working, and I wish I could comfort her through the phone.
