Return to the Deep by P. Jameson

Author:P. Jameson [Jameson, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Paper Zombie Press
Published: 2019-10-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Christienne strolled along Main Street, hand tucked in Huran’s as they made their way across town to watch the parade. The air smelled of pumpkin and spices and crisp evergreens… all of which seemed extra strong due to her pregnancy induced sharper sense of smell. It didn’t twist her stomach like other scents did, so she didn’t mind. In fact, it was comforting.

A smile slipped onto her face as she watched the vendors setting up for the local Fall Festival. There would be pumpkin pancakes on a stick to consume later, and she couldn’t wait.

Aurora Falls in autumn was always a sight to behold. But today, it held an air of hope that she’d been needing for so long.

A week had passed since she came clean to Huran about the baby. He’d been especially tentative ever since, making sure she was fed and comfortable. Helping her when she was sick. Saying sweet things when she felt yucky. Making her laugh with his gruffness. He was… he was himself again. The man she fell in love with in the beginning. She knew he had misgivings about starting a family, but she wasn’t sure why. And there was still a certain tail issue that hadn’t been dealt with. She’d made a choice to let him work through things and tell her on his own terms.

She had faith that he would.

“You’re smiling, snuppa,” he rumbled near her ear, and a delicious chill rolled down her spine. She stared up at him, watching his eyes flicker with happiness. “I do like to see you smile.” His words were so earnest that she nearly forgot they were walking in broad daylight. She wanted to kiss him deep. And he must have known because he gave her that warning look that meant he was seconds away from finding a quiet place for them to be alone.

Christienne cleared her throat. “We should get cinnamon rolls from Sweet DeTails before we settle in for the parade.” The bakery was among her favorite local eateries.

He nodded once. “Mate wants cinnamon rolls, cinnamon rolls she will get.”

“You’re like a genie,” she said as they crossed the street. “My wish is your command?”

“Mmm, if I had that kind of power, snuppa, you would never wish for anything. Because you’d already have it. Everything your heart desires.”

“I nearly do,” she said, absently rubbing her small baby bump.

He glanced at her. “Nearly, yes. But nearly isn’t enough.” A troubled look came over his face and she wanted to make it disappear.

“It’s enough, Huran. For now.”

He grunted a response and she let silence fall between them.

When they stood in line at the bakery waiting for cinnamon rolls, he said, “You are very patient with me, Christy. I’m not sure I could be so patient with you, if our roles were reversed.”

“What do you mean? You went out at midnight to buy four different kinds of ice cream just because I couldn’t decide which one I wanted. I’d say you’re patient enough.”

Huran reached out to take the box of rolls from the smiling girl behind the counter and passed them to Christienne.

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