Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 395 - All This Fluff Growing Against The Limestone Wall

Chapter 395: Chapter 395 - All This Fluff Growing Against The Limestone Wall

Her thumb tenderly pushed back along my face to press this body’s black hair behind its ear. I’d never felt more like myself and more like an imposter all at once.

"We should rest. It’s been a long day for both of us. We can keep going toward the city tomorrow."

"You shouldn’t go that way at all, it has to be in a terrible state after all this."

I wanted to argue that it would be better to get out of here right now. But someone else beat me to it with their own form of argument.

"Tommy, it’s not like we can keep people here that don’t want to stay."

"I know that but... fine. Stop looking at me like that. Just be careful when you go, you two."

The man walked away first, again, as his aunt stuck her hands on her hips. Sarah shook her head before looking back at me.

"We’re all dealing with a lot and he does have a point. It’s better to be forward thinking about our actions, even more than we always should have been. When you do leave, sneak out so that the others don’t question you too much."

"Okay."

"Wait, won’t they just worry about what two werewolves are doing outside of their view?"

Both of them looked at me with what seems to be varying levels of fond exasperation. Levels that make me feel about as small as the child resting between us.

"Honey... oh, and I am sorry for using that word to your sweetheart here-"

"No offense taken. Others knowing she is very sweet will not worry me. They cannot have her."

The soft palate in my mouth lifts and seals my nasal passage, making the sound that comes out of me a really strange toned vibration as my head tilts and face burns. I might have been able to deal with that...

If she hadn’t been staring right in my eyes and still brushing fingers in my hair!

"Right. Anyway, they are already going to be concerned when you leave. If you plan to sneak out instead, none of them will bother you to ask you to stay, go, or take them along. Let us worry about each other here - you just take care of yourselves and that little blessing."

"I will."

She finally stopped playing with my earlobe as she declares her intent, only to softly touch on the tiny paw hanging out of the sheet fabric. Another odd noise comes out of me as I try to free my hand from hers. I really just can’t take so much love, okay?!

"Goodnight you two. And please keep in mind we do have a few underage teens in here. So no hanky-panky that makes a bunch of noise."

"A little noise is fine, then? Ow."

Trying for my best simmering glare, but feeling like the smallest amount of embarrassed tears are in my eyes, I’d pulled up and bitten down on the set of fingers that had went... a little south and to the side of my chest from my son’s resting spot.

> Is she serious right now? In these circumstances? <

"...You can let go now. I was only teasing."

"Pfah. Since when am I allowed to be a target for such forward advances?"

"I do still have a lot of grievance to work out with you."

My chin lowered down and I looked at the pup I’d left her to birth. However, a fingertip still slightly wet from touching my tongue flicks up into my forehead.

"No, not for that. Who was it that snuck into my office and-"

"Okay. Old lady still here - who is all for love wherever people want to find it here, but who does not need to hear whatever you are about to say."

She held her hands over her ears and stepped quickly away while I rub the spot I was assaulted. Sarah is... a very young person at heart. I often used to feel the same of myself.

Though ever sense I gave birth, perhaps due to the responsibility, the strange sleep and feed cycle, or just general exhaustion, I have felt twice my age in some ways.

> Well, twice Helene’s age. Which really only makes me a third older! My math and philosophy tutors would both be proud. <

As footsteps faded, our entwined hands loosened finally. Instead of continuing to face me, she sat her back against the wall again. But scooted down so much that her head could lean fully on my shoulder.

With two of them on me, I’m starting to feel like furniture. Her far arm swipes and grabs at what I imagine to be invisible Apocalypse System glow.

"I should wait for you to offer the information. Because I’m sure whatever is happening now isn’t... something you chose."

"What is it?"

"I can see the Task you were just given."

For a second I stopped breathing. Then I sharply exhale and take in a deep, calming lungful of air. I swear, there was a period where I’d just started accepting that weird things were going to continue to happen.

When did I get so settled into thinking I understood how everything would play out? I know now that the Solar God of this world had something to do with the invasive glow and text of the system.

However, that doesn’t mean that he didn’t obtain it through a trickster god or some manner of fae entity who is managing to adhere to the word of the contract and not the spirit of it. More to that point, I have no relationship with that goddess’s counterpart entity.

For all I know, he could be...

Well, no. The way she acted makes me feel like, if either of the two had taken on the role of tester and ruse maker, it was her. Crazy deity shot at my newborn son with a silver and wolfsbane net!

"Citra?"

"Sorry. Just remembering something very unpleasant. So you know as much as I do, then."

"I would like to say I know less. Because I’d rather hear you explain it all to me."

"Didn’t you say we should rest?"

Shifting position again already, her arm snakes behind my back and around my waist. Gingerly, testingly, she pulls me bodily across her chest and she wraps us up together on the ground. With me as the ’little spoon’ holding the cloth bundle of dark fluff against the limestone wall.

"The sound of your voice, the temperature of your skin, and the smell of you are all the most relaxing thing in this world. You could rattle off the digits to pi and I’d listen intently without ever getting tired."

"...Resting means getting tired and sleeping in this case, doesn’t it?"

"Does it?"

She stuck her face into the back of my hair and breathed in. So I curled up tighter and began to spill everything I knew about the caves. Everything I knew about magic in my world.

An hour later, I realized she hadn’t asked a question in a while and that the sound of her breathing had evened out. Sitting there blankly for a bit, I closed my eyes for what felt like ten seconds.

"Yes, yes, of course."

I’m glad she’s off to sleep this time. It was one thing when I had to do it while she was hypothermic, but all three of us together for this is just too...

"...Domestic."

For probably the last time in this human form, if I can help it, I let my son nurse. It might not be the first thing I find time to do when I get back, but that bear carcass is going to get him weaned as soon as I can.

> I’ve had more than enough suckling for some time. I hope she’ll be okay with that if we... when we... why does it feel even more lewd to fantasize about sex without Vrika around to judge me? <