SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (142 page)

Chapter 6

They were being married in front of the justice of the peace. Her white dress was a baby doll cut that hid her almost due any day pregnant belly. She'd been living with  Tomas for a while before agreeing to finally marrying him. She wanted to make sure she could handle it before she finally tied the knot and the one person who'd been on Tomas's side had been her grandma.

Standing next to the two of them as their witness, dear old grandma was here and giving Tomas the googly crush eyes that almost had Lydia groaning. Her grandma may be old, but she joked she wasn't dead and told Lydia if she didn't want Tomas, she'd take him. Lydia appreciated her grandma's humor and was glad to see her out of the house. Tomas had brought her grandma to come live on the ranch with them and she'd thrived since they put her house on the market. She loved going out every day with the animals, and though she was getting old, she could still shift and meander after the two younger ones.

Lydia wasn't sure entirely what their future would look like, but she felt confident that Tomas and her would find a way to make it work at this point. He was a pretty mellow, relaxed man and only put his foot down when he strongly believed in something. He was always willing to explain why he felt a certain way, and even if Lydia didn't always agree with him, he had a way of winning her over to his way of doing things.

Smiling at him, she signed the final bit of paperwork and he slipped a simple gold ring on her finger. She hadn't wanted anything big or elaborate, and he was okay with that. While he had a lot of money, she didn't need to feel the need to spend it as fast as he could make it, and because of it he often tried to spoil her even when she didn't need anything.

"I love you Lydia." Tomas took her into his arms and kissed her. "I know I haven't told you yet and I realize you need to hear the words. Thank you for having faith in me, and for giving me your heart and body. I'm looking forward to growing old with you, having more children down the road and spending my life by your side."

"You're going to make me cry! Don't get all mushy on me," Lydia said and pinched his shoulder playfully and then smiled at him. "I love you too, but let's have this baby first before we talk about more. The first time he pees on you, you may change your mind about having another one."

"They pee on you?" Tomas looked confused.

"Well, sometimes when you change them, if you don't do it fast enough," Lydia started to laugh at the look of horror on his face. "And don't think you'll be getting out of diapers, it's not going to be all guns and horses. He has to get out of diapers before you can stick him on his own horse."

"Well, how long will that be?" Tomas asked and chuckled, as he put her arm through his and then offered his other arm to her grandma to escort her out to the truck. They were having a small get together tonight at the ranch to celebrate their nuptials. He had decided to try to mend fences with the pack, and had invited them to come out to celebrate with him and his new wife.

Driving back to the ranch, he couldn't but help feel how lucky and blessed he was that Lydia had been open minded to the chemistry between them, and hadn't let his personality, money, or domineering ways scare her off. He knew he could be a bit of a control freak at times, and she was never afraid to stand up to him, and sometimes especially in the bedroom, she even encouraged him.

He didn't know how he'd gotten so lucky to find such a wonderful woman who seemed to mesh with him completely, but he was thankful every day for her existence. Looking at her belly one more time, he couldn't wait to meet his son. They'd decided to name him Blake Daniel after his father.

She'd never met his parents, but when she'd heard their story, she'd cried for his loss and he could just add that to the list of reasons why she's one of the best women he'd ever met. Kind, compassionate, not afraid of the horses, didn't mind getting dirty. Okay, she couldn't cook to save her life but that's what a house keeper was for.

"What are you thinking about? You have a goofy expression on your face." Lydia mused as she watched him drive down the highway back towards the ranch.

"How lucky I am to have you, and that you can't cook." He grinned at her and winked.

"You're really going to hold that pot roast against me?" She groaned and buried her face in her hands for a moment, laughing hard.

"Well, it was so bad the dogs wouldn't eat it, it's kind of hard to tell you I love your cooking when the dogs won't even touch it." He told her and gave her a look that said he still loved her anyways.

"I promise I'll stay out of the kitchen. I think Marie would kill me if I burned another one of her oven pans black anyways." Lydia said laughing, remembering how Marie almost wept over the ruined pan after she'd destroyed the pot roast she'd tried to make to surprise Tomas with. He'd tried to eat it, but not even whisky was able to help get it down this throat.

"I don't need you in the kitchen, I can think of many other rooms that I'd rather have you in anyways," He teased her, grinning.

"Okay children, that's enough." Grandma said covering her ears, the flirting in the truck was getting a little too hot for her. "Save it for your wedding night."

THE END

Taken by my Stepbrother Cage Fighter

Chapter one

“I have no interest in meeting him at all, mother. I think you know my position on you dating, so early after my father died. He hasn’t even been cold in the grave for more than a couple of months. I can’t tell you how to live your life, but you can’t expect me to be happy about it.” I knew that it hurt her to see me lashing out like this, but I couldn’t help any of that. I was blindsided by this new relationship and a guy that I hadn’t even met. Now they were getting very serious and had decided to live together. If that wasn’t bad enough, then they were bringing along his adopted son. Stephen was still in college, where I had just left and found suitable employment, as a dental hygienist.

“I know that this is hard on you, Nicole, but this is going to happen. It doesn’t matter that you are angry about this. I would rather you see this as an opportunity to have the brother that you’ve never had before. I’ve already met him on several occasions and he’s a nice boy. He has a good head on his shoulders and he takes care of his family. You could take some lessons from him.” I couldn’t believe that she was actually saying this to me. I was this close to slapping the taste out of her mouth, but I just didn’t have it in my DNA to act like that. I could be angry, chastise her for her behavior, but I would never lay a hand on her.

“I’ve already said that I know that it’s your life and that you can do with it, as you see fit. I’ll try to get along with the both of them, but I’m not promising anything. It’s not like you prepared me for this. You’ve been dating for the last month and you decided to keep it a secret. I can only assume that you thought that you were doing something wrong. I guess you didn’t think it through and maybe you should’ve, before you decided to betray my father’s memory.” I was touching on those raw nerves and hoping to get the necessary reaction. I wanted her to do something that would make me storm out of the house, but the only thing I got in response was a smirk.

“I’ve been living with you all of my life, Nicole and I know exactly what you’re up to. You want me to make a scene, scream or throw things, so that gives you ample opportunity to walk out and not return for a few days. I’m not going to give you that satisfaction.” I don’t know how she was able to stop herself, but maybe this new guy had a different sort of influence on her. “Besides, I plan to go on a cruise with Henry. That means that you and Stephen are going to have to get along, whether you like it or not.

“I don’t like it and I’m going on record that I’m doing this under protest.” She shrugged her shoulders like she couldn’t give a damn and then she walked away with no more argument. I was just starting, but she had decided to finish it.

I heard a car door slam and then she was opening the door and motioning for me to come outside to meet my new extended family. I was dead set on showing them my disapproval, but then I got one look at Stephen and all of that went out the window. I saw the way that he was wearing that wife beater tee shirt and the pair of jeans that hugged his ass like it was a second skin. I think that I was starting to understand the reason why she had decided to give Stephen’s father a chance. They were both obviously into muscle building, all be it Stephen seemed to be taking it to a different level.

“I know that look and I gave the same thing to my father when he sprung this on me. At first I was angry and then I realized that he had the right to get on with his life. My mother will always be there for me, but they were like oil and water when I was growing up.” I knew that he was talking, but the one thing that I couldn’t stop doing was undressing him with my eyes.

“I’m glad to see that somebody understands where I’m coming from. They knew what they were doing and I think we both know that they knew that deep down that we wouldn’t agree with their decision to date.” I reached for his luggage and he grabbed it at the exact same time that my hand made contact with the handle. That touch had started something and I looked up with my eyes showing a certain passion that couldn’t be denied. “I’m going to try to get along with you for the sake of our parents. I understand that you’re not even one of his biological sons. Have you ever thought that maybe he was shooting blanks?” This elicited a giggle of applause from Stephen.

Unfortunately, my mother did not take it so lightly. She cuffed me on the back of the head and I made an involuntary moan of pain. She had always tried to put me in my place and I was always pushing the envelope to see how far I could go, before she would do something about it.

“I don’t want to hear anything like that again young lady. You will treat Stephen and his father Henry with the respect they deserve.” I was wearing a tight pair of cutoff shorts and a plaid shirt that was tied in the middle. It was unusually warm for September, but apparently the weatherman had just gone on record to say that this was going to be an Indian summer.

“Honey, I know that you’re just trying to be a good mother, but I can handle an impetuous child. I’ve been doing it for the past 20 years.” He was obviously directing his comments towards Stephen, who gave him a frown and a look of daggers that would probably kill most people. “Don’t give me that look and you know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve been a handful and every time I turn around, you’re getting yourself into trouble. Maybe living in the suburbs will change your tune. You won’t have any connection to your old life and I made sure to cut ties with all of your friends.” Stephen lifted his hand from his pocket to indicate that he didn’t have a cell phone.

“You always take away the one thing that I cherish the most. You know that I can’t stand not having my cell phone and being able to text my friends. You’ve taken that away from me and now you have taken me away from my home. You expect me to live here of all places. I’ve never wanted to be a part of the suburbs.” He air quoted the word suburbs, to let me know that he was not the type of guy that would be wearing a sweater around his neck. He had no interest in playing tennis or becoming a proper gentleman. He was rough around the edges and had this bad boy quality that made him all that much more appealing.

“I’m going to go up to my room and get settled. If that’s OK with you, father.” I could tell that he was calling him that to get underneath his skin, not unlike the way that I did it with my mom. “If you hear music blaring from outside in the hallway, then I would tread carefully. I have no interest in talking to any one.” He stormed off and I could see the literal steam coming out of his ears. I could feel the tension in the air that you could cut with a knife.

I turned to see my mother putting her hand on Henry’s shoulder. He was bald and I could tell from the shadow on his head that it was by necessity. “Don’t worry of about him. It’s not like we’re going to be here. Our cruise leaves tomorrow morning and he’ll have all the time in the world to cool down. They’re both just going to have to get used to the fact that they’re going to be living under the same roof.” She had her fingers around his waist and she had placed her head against his shoulder.

“I know that you’re right, honey, but it’s a parents’ prerogative to worry about their children. I want him to look at this, as a new chapter in his life. I want him to see this, as a start and a beginning of something new. To be honest, I’ve been looking for ways to wrench him away from those bad influences.” The only bad influence that I could see was Stephen himself. He looked like he was ready to fight and I had this momentary flash of him doing it naked in a bathtub full of jello.

It made me tremble to see him vulnerable and looking like a dish that was best served with whipped cream on top.

Chapter two

Stephen didn’t come down to dinner and I had a feeling that he was doing it for show. My mother and his father were not very happy about the situation, but they were more interested in planning their vacation. They were giddy with excitement and it was getting to be sickeningly too sweet for even somebody of my character.

I made my way upstairs and I was passing by his bedroom, when I heard grunts coming from within. I got this smile on my face and I was hoping to catch on with his hand in the cookie jar. I was expecting to find him on his bed either half naked or completely naked stroking that cock between his legs. I had no idea what he was sporting, but I was certainly curious enough to a barge in uninvited.