Page 36 of One Night with the Werewolf

Yeah, it’s weird. It’s super weird. But we both try not to make it weird, assuming a stalemate because we each love Roscoe in our own way.

All sorts of other stupid pregnancy stuff starts to happen, though. I get gestational diabetes, which sucks, the test being the worst part. As I get bigger, my feet hurt more, and I’ve got to pee all the time.

“Damn baby squashing my bladder,” I grump as we watch TV and I get up for the millionth time.

Roscoe chuckles when I come back. “Yeah, everything’s moving aside to let baby in. Pretty crazy what you can do.”

“True. We made a whole person together.”

I’m also horny as fuck, pretty much all the time. I asked him not to shave because something about rubbing his stubble is soothing, and I love when he goes down on me.

And then, that knot. I drool over it. Even in werewolf form, we’ve worked up to a point where he can start using it on me, and it drives me absolutely mad. It seems impossible, but when he squeezes it inside me, it’s all I can do not to come on the spot.

When we have sex, he loves to hold my belly in his hands, caressing my tits as they get bigger. He’s obsessed with my changing body, and I think it’s made him just as relentlessly horny for me.

“Look at you, getting ready for our baby,” he says, testing my sensitive nipples. “What a good girl.”

It always drives me up to the moon when he says that.

We decide to find out the baby’s gender, and we’re overjoyed to learn it’ll be a girl. It also sends Roscoe into a fresh existential crisis over whether he’ll be a good dad. It reassures my nerves sometimes to see that he still worries, even though he’s the most capable, level-headed person I know.

It’s tricky finding a wedding dress that will work with my growing body, but I manage to find something we can adjust at the last minute. The seamstress takes it as a personal challenge.

I feel like a balloon about to pop.

Finally, I get my wish, finding my amazing man standing at the end of the aisle when my dad leads me in. He’s impossible not to love, especially with the way he’s opened up. He smiles much more often now, which he does when I appear. Chin shaven clean, his salt and pepper hair combed back, his eyes crinkling as I approach… I want nothing more than to jump his bones in that handsome suit.

Finally, all the sermonizing ends, and it’s time.

“Will you be my wife?” Roscoe asks, as Jason stands off to one side as his best man. “Forever and ever, until death do us part?”

I blink back tears. “I do.”

He rubs a thumb across my cheek, then leans down to kiss me. He gives me all of himself in that kiss, the wolf and the man, until our audience is cheering and flower petals are falling through the air.

The baby comes right on time. My husband is by my side, holding my hand, when little Sofia enters the world. She screams a shrill scream, and we’re both relieved to finally hear her voice and know that she’s safe and sound.

And she likes to make good use of it. Within a few months, we’re run ragged, but at least we can have sex again. When Sofia is asleep, my werewolf brings me into his lap, licking the milk off my nipples. On full moon nights, Arin is happy to watch the baby so we can go out into the woods, where Roscoe chases me until I’m panting and wet, then he snatches me off the forest floor and takes me up against a tree.

“Thank you,” Roscoe whispers, nuzzling my nose with his big one as he sinks his knot inside me. “Thank you for being mine.”