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REDLEY

ONE YEAR LATER

The sun shines off the sweat on Wolf’s glistening back. His axe swings as he works to fell another tree. The scar on his upper arm from where I shot him is fading to a light pink. As I learned later, it wasn’t even a flesh wound. I just grazed him.

It’s a long, arduous task to build a cabin. Maybe he should have been a little stronger and not let his father burn my home to the ground. He’s learning that lesson the hard way. Though admittedly, maybe I shouldn’t have been such a hothead and burned down a perfectly good mansion. We’ve both paid for those decisions, but after that, we spent nearly a full year traveling outside of Grimm Groves and seeing more of the world together.

“What did we learn, Wolf?” I ask him again because what’s the point of a story if you don’t learn something?

“I stole from the wrong bitch?” he asks. I smile. It’s a good lesson to come away with after all.

“No, another one?” I ask.

“We don’t burn down houses? Though I can’t believe you’re really making me say this for the thousandth time. Considering you burned down two, and I only did one as an accomplice. ”

“You’ll be repeating it for a while,” I tell him as I rub my belly. Our baby is getting big and will be here in just a couple of months. He’s running out of time, and so am I.

“Come on, Redley. When are you going to marry me?” he asks. “We’re having a baby out of wedlock, for Christ’s sake, and I’m building you a house.”

“We can get married, Wolf. Just as soon as my baby owns this mountain and the other, good and proper, and I won’t have to worry about anyone’s motivations. It will be you and me broke and on equal footing, and our baby will be rich.”

“Broke? You have the business plan of the century out here.”

“I just stole it from your uncle, who stole it from someone else, I’m sure,” I inform him.

He smiles, but there’s a sadness around his eyes. “You really don’t trust me?” he asks.

“Of course I don’t trust you. No one smart ever trusts a wolf.”

He smiles in that way that melts my heart and makes my pussy wet. “Clever, Muffin.”

He jumps on me, coating me in his sweat and the delicious resinousness of freshly fallen trees. I can hardly imagine how good the cabin is going to smell. It’s hard to think of him as being a member of my family, but with my round belly swelling by the day, I’m going to have to get used to it because I don’t think he’s giving up on us. He gave up everything for us and has done everything he can to prove he loves me every day since he told me he would.

And he’s never skipped a day eating my pussy, and I mean never . What more could a girl ask for?