Series: Unforgiven Country Series by Jenika Snow
Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
The sound of Wyatt chopping wood echoes off the trees, but it doesn’t even phase Rose. She’s happily content nursing, dozing off and making me have a perpetual smile on my face.
When she’s done nursing, I stand, kiss her tiny little forehead, and walk over to the crib. I hear Wyatt come in, the heavy fall of this footsteps resonating on the hardwood floor. I stand by the crib he’d made right before she was born, the craftsmanship personal and intricate.
I stare down at little Rose, looking so peaceful as she sleeps. The boys know better than to come barreling into the house when she’s napping, but truthfully, they stay outside most of the time anyway. It helps to get their energy out, and they like to practice shifting.
I feel Wyatt’s hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me back against him. I rest my head on his shoulder.
“She’s perfect,” he says softly against my ear and I smile again.
“She really is.”
We leave the bedroom and I shut the door softly, turning on the baby monitor and making my way outside onto the porch. I can see the boys playing on the swing set and attached slides Wyatt put together for them. I lift up the baby monitor so they know to try and be a little quiet, and then sit down on the rocking chair.
A moment later, Wyatt comes out with a glass of cold lemonade, and hands it to me. He sits in the chair beside me and reaches out for my hand. I curl my fingers against his and together we just sit there, watching our boys, and hearing the soft baby snore of Rose come through the monitor.
We don’t talk, preferring silence because it’s truly perfect. This feeling of complete happiness movies through me. The laughter of our children, the knowledge that they are safe, protected, and cared for, settles deep within me.
I turn and look at Wyatt, notice he’s already staring at me, that familiar, possessive look on his face. Despite the fact we’ve been together for years, it still feels like we are newly mated. As I look into his eyes, I see his wolf flash right below the surface, and know completely that he’s mine.
Only mine.
He growls low, as if he knows what I’m thinking, and moves in close to kiss me soundly. We break away and I rest my head on his shoulder, watching the boys, my lips stretching into an even bigger smile.
This is what being truly happy feels like.