Page 9 of Having the Bear's Baby

Liam started dishing out commands first thing. He had barely finished brushing his teeth when he started delegating to various clan members of the bear den. Get this ready, get that ready, move this, set up that, and so on and so forth.

This angst for things to be perfect wasn’t a pride thing. It wasn’t because he was insecure and wanted to hide the flaws. Liam wanted things perfect because when he saw Emma and scented her the other day, he knew she was his mate.

Once Liam had delegated the basic chores, he went outside and approached the den as if he were a visitor, just like Emma would be doing shortly. He was looking for the right kind of ambiance. The feeling that Liam wanted to create, what he wanted Emma to experience, was that this was home.

He wanted her to step onto the property and know that this was her home.

Outside, Liam spotted one of the clan members, Brent, and called him over.

“Walking up the front path like this, just looking at the den how it is right now, what do you feel?” Liam asked Brent.

“Home. Safety,” Brent answered. “I love our den, and I feel like everything here loves me right back.”

“That’s a good answer. I know you are sincere,” Liam told him. “The reason I asked is because we have an important guest coming over today.”

“I understand,” Brent confirmed. “I am excited for you.”

“I’m excited for me, also,” Liam replied. “There is something special and different about this woman.”

“I can tell you are kind of concerned,” Brent offered.

“Not concerned so much,” Liam explained. “I want the first impression of our bear den to be the best it can be. You get one shot at a first impression, right?”

What he didn’t say, for fear of jinxing it, was his steadfast determination to make Emma fall in love with him. There was an unwavering resolve within him, a belief that they were meant to be more than just co-parents on paper. He wanted to earn her heart, to show her the depth of his affection through his actions, and to create a bond that went beyond just fated mates.

However, beneath his hopes, he also held a sense of concern. Emma had no experience with shifters or their world. The thought gnawed at him, a worry that she might become overwhelmed or spooked when she learned about the intricacies of shifter life … particularly the mating process.

The idea of telling Emma about fated mates was a topic that couldn’t be rushed or taken lightly. He wanted her to be prepared, to have all the information she needed to make an informed decision on whether she wanted that or not.

He was determined to take the path slowly, to allow their connection to flourish naturally, and to ensure that Emma felt comfortable every step of the way. And while Liam wouldn’t dare admit his intentions, they were etched into his heart and mind.

“Today’s impression is going to break her heart open even more than it already is,” Brent told Liam.

“That is some high optimism, man. Thank you, bro,” Liam replied.

Liam checked his watch. Time was ticking. Emma would be there soon.

Returning indoors, Liam’s steps carried him through the halls of his home, a sense of purpose driving his movements. The walls held echoes of the laughter and camaraderie that often filled the space, reminders of the close-knit family that he held dear.

The atmosphere was warm and inviting, a reflection of the connections that had been fostered over time. Conversations floated through the air, punctuated by playful banter and the occasional chuckle. It was a haven, a sanctuary where he and his clan could come together, supporting one another through life’s joys and challenges.

Liam’s eyes swept over the faces of the various members of the bear den. There was a sense of belonging, a shared identity that transcended blood ties and welcomed newcomers with open arms. He couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as he surveyed the people who had become his second family.

He couldn’t shake the growing anticipation of introducing Emma to this spirited group. Her presence had sparked a new energy within him, and he was eager for her to experience the warmth, fun, and protectiveness that defined his clan. He imagined her fitting in seamlessly, her genuine personality and openness aligning with the values they held dear.

He was confident that Emma would be embraced with the same warmth and acceptance that they extended to their own.

“Hey, bro,” one of the clan members hollered from down the hall. “There’s a car out front. I think it’s your guest.”

Liam looked at his watch. Shit. If it was her, she was early. His bear was running around like a chicken with its head cut off inside him.

Liam dashed to the window and looked out. It was her. Okay. He wasn’t going to panic.

Liam breezed through all the important spots in the den house. Everything looked good. In the bathroom, he checked himself in the mirror and breathed into his cupped hands, smelling nothing bad. He went back out to the living room and took a quick peek through the curtain.

Emma still sat in her car. She hadn’t come in yet or approached the door. His bear grunted nervously.

Second thoughts?

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