A Very Beastly Christmas (Gray Back Bears Book 7) by Joyce T. S

Author:Joyce, T. S. [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2015-10-31T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

In the light before dawn, Beaston lay awake in bed and turned the sprig of dried holly between his fingertips until the tiny red ornament bobbled side-to-side. Try as he might, he couldn’t for the life of him remember Christmases from the before. And suddenly, after the last eye-opening twenty-four hours, he wanted to give Ana more. He wanted to be better as she deserved. She’d always loved the holiday, but like with starting a family, he’d shut the conversation down and drawn into himself, far away from scratching at the memories of Mom and Dad and happier times. And now that he actually did want to remember, the memories weren’t there. They were just…gone.

His inner bear had protected him too well during the broken years and had killed off most of his humanity when he was living like a wild thing out in those woods. But now, it felt like he was missing something with Ana.

And even if Creed and Damon had spent the entire ride home yesterday spouting facts about modern-day childbirth and the low risks, there was still a part of him that feared losing his mate to something he had no control over. He could protect her body with his own from outside danger, but getting their child to light was something Ana would have to do on her own.

Beaston clenched his fist. This big? Well, perhaps a bit smaller since Ana’s hands were small and fine-boned, like her raven people. Still, he imagined the tiny baby all curled up in a ball sleeping warm and safe with Ana protecting it with her own body. He looked over at his mate and saw her in a new light. What a woman he’d found. What a mate. What an incredible person, and Damon had been right. Beaston, too, had noticed Ana’s attention on Rowan, especially when he held or played with her. How could he have not taken her desire for a baby seriously before?

So many regrets over the past several months, but he would make it right. He would make it up to her, and if, God forbid, something happened to her as it had happened to his mom, Beaston was going to make sure every second of Ana’s life was happy, and that included giving her a good Christmas—whatever that meant.

Ana sighed sleepily and stretched her toes against him as she always did right before she woke up. He smiled and waited for her to arch her back like some drowsy cat and give him that sleepy sound he found so fucking sexy.

She was pretty now. Maybe she was the prettiest in the mornings when he was the first to see her for the day, all mussed and vulnerable with those pouty lips and sleepy blue eyes. She was a morning person, like him. He got to see her before the make-up and the curling iron. Before the clothes. Sometime during the night, she’d thrown her leg over the comforter. Ana said he ran hot and she never got cold sleeping in this old trailer with him.

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