Yennifer “Ugh! I don’t want to go,” I huffed, talking out loud to myself the next morning. “I don’t know if involving Nikolai is the best option.” I knew I was trying to talk myself out of going. I was nervous and anxious as all get out. Nikolai was a virtual stranger. Which wasn’t doing my nerves any good. What if he reacted negatively to what I had to say? What if he demanded I get an abortion? What if he was married and I was a threat to his relationship and decided to murder me? My mind was running a mile a minute with realistic, and un-realistic, scenarios. Well, not that un-realistic thanks to the true crime documentaries I tended to watch and listen to. Nothing was impossible or improbable. Which was scary. Maybe going to Nikolai’s wasn’t the smartest thing. At least not by myself. I barely knew the guy. But that didn’t stop you from sleeping with him, my mind reminded me. Whatever! I’ll just let Pete know where I’m headed. I didn’t want to reach out to Char just yet

Yennifer A seriousness washed over his features."You're pregnant?" He clarified. Behind those stormy, grey-blue eyes, I saw him processing the news I just laid on him.I nodded."How long have you known?" "About a week. I'm just under six weeks pregnant," I rambled, my gaze dropping from his as my heart rate picked up speed. I was waiting for his rejection. For him to tell me to get out and leave and never come back. I had no right to be here. I had no right to seek him out after our one-night stand without strings attached."Lapochka." The way he whispered the endearment made my heart skip a beat. His voice was deeper and filled with tenderness. He reached over and placed a hand over my worrying ones. The contact was both soothing and electrifying, which made no sense. My gaze flitted up to his, hope buried deep in my chest. It was strange how I never really cared what Ron thought. I never once worried ove

Nikolai /“Well that went well.”/ Aaron teased as I stood on the porch, hands in my pockets, while I watched Yen drive away. Sure it had, I grumbled to myself. She was on the defensive. I moved far too quickly for her comfort. Normally, I didn’t fumble like that. With her, my senses were a jumbled mess. That was okay. I was sure, one day in the future when we were older, we would look back on this day and laugh about it. /“Don’t you need to get going?”/ Yuri asked. Yes, I did. Sighing heavily, I started stripping. I wasn’t looking forward to sleeping in the kennel again. Not when I was so close to my own damn bed. But I knew how much Yen needed the wolfdog in her life right now. She would be devastated if he disappeared. Not to mention, I would do anything for her even if it came at the cost of my own discomfort. I raced back to Yen’s house, praying she didn’t hightail it back. Luckily, I got back with a few minutes to spare. I laid down on the rug in the living room and proce

Yennifer"Ron!" I exclaimed, my gaze moving over him. His short, dark brown hair was slicked back to perfection. His light brown eyes were smiling at me as he held a very large bouquet of flowers in his hand. His pressed light gray suit looked handsome on him. I hated how my heart hurt seeing him, though there was no yearning to get back with him. More of just mourning the future I had planned with him in my mind. “What are you doing here?”"I thought I would stop by and say hi. I wasn’t the nicest the other day, and I wanted to apologize in person." He held out the bouquet. It was a beautiful assortment and I did love my flowers. After admiring them for a moment, I passed them off to Pete, who immediately went into the washroom in search of a large vase.Turning back to Ron, I continued, “Thank you. The flowers are beautiful,” I complimented, folding my hands in front of me. I waited patiently for him to say whatever was on his mind. It was a rare occasion when Ron came by my shop. E

NikolaiYen calmed down quickly after I was safely home.Peter apologized to Yen profusely before leaving, promising in the future he would make sure I was safe inside before going back to work after coming to let me out around lunchtime.I don’t know what it was, but there was a tenseness in the air. It could have been related to the argument they’d had about me. Though, from the glances Pete kept sending me suggested otherwise. He was trying to convey something.When Pete left, Yen took me inside. We ate dinner. She sat on the loveseat with a book while I curled up beside her, resting my head in her lap. It was then I realized the tension was coming from her. What was bothering my lapochka? What had happened earlier in the day?“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her question took me by surprise. I hadn’t realized she’d seen me staring at her through her book. Tipping the book to the side, she peered at me for a moment, running a finger between my eyes and down my nose. Those gor