Blossom POV
Dean awakens in a sweat, shaken by the vivid dream. Morning light streams in, and Boo snores contentedly beside him. Rising quietly, Dean heads to the villa and finds me painting in the sunroom. A smile forms on his face; it's been too long since the canvases were touched. Eliza was the last to use them, and even though she wasn't the best artist, watching her paint always brought him joy.
Dean notices a van approaching the property and recognizes it as Fina's. "Wonderful, hopefully, she doesn't have a list of complaints today," he mutters to himself.
He hurries to the front of the house, arriving just as Fina steps out with two other women. She spots Dean and beams, greeting him with open arms. He's puzzled but not discontented.
"Is Blossom here?" Fina asks after giving him a hug.
"She is, but she's not feeling up to company at the moment," Dean replies, just as I appear in the doorway, betraying his words.
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Blossom POV Diana blushes deeply and covers her face with her hands. Seeing Caleb express such feelings leaves Dean amazed. He never imagined he'd hear those words coming from Caleb about anyone other than their mom. But here they are, and Dean's first thought is to call Jovielyn. For now, though, he simply beams a huge smile and lauds them for the serendipitous good fortune karma has woven into their lives. "You're a lucky lady, Diana. Out of all the women who have ever held my brother's hand, none have ever heard him confess his love," he says. "I'm the lucky one, bro," Caleb insists. Maria enters with lunch and an update on me. "Blossom has been pretty stationary, almost like she's meditating," she says. "And she's been more artistic recently than throughout her whole stay here. I've witnessed several of her paintings emerge as masterpieces in just a few days." Dean expresses his wonder and requests to see one of the paintings. Maria responds, "I'll try to bring one to you, bu
Blossom POV The day of the baby shower has finally arrived, and Dean is under the impression that he's orchestrated the entire event. Little does he know, his plan is just a decoy, meant to keep me unaware of the real celebration he'll soon be at the center of. He wakes up early to prepare breakfast for me before heading out for a morning run with Boo. Upon their return, Dean freshens up, opting for a moderately formal look. He suggests I dress nicely since we'll be going out for lunch in an hour or so. Agreeing, I nod and play along, even though I'm fully aware of the day's real agenda. I'm not sure if he's genuinely convinced that I'm in the dark or if he realizes I know the surprise but enjoys pretending. Either way, I appreciate having a husband who goes out of his way to surprise me. After showering, I find myself standing in front of the mirror for what feels like an eternity to Dean. I marvel at the changes in my growing belly, a source of excitement that soon turns into an
Blossom POV As we leave the house through the back door instead of heading to the garage, I'm confused but go along with it, trusting Dean's plan. We stroll through the yard, passing Boo who's happily munching on kibble in his oversized kiddie pool. As we reach the clearing in the trees, I start to piece things together. Perhaps it's a picnic in the field, something romantic already prepared for us. What else could it be? However, as the field emerges into view, I'm taken aback. There's no picnic setup—instead, there's a helicopter waiting. Before I can even process what's happening or ask about it, Dean opens the fuselage doors and readies our headsets. I notice the absence of a pilot. "Why is there no pilot, Dean?" I ask, a bit perplexed. "Hop in, would you?" Dean says with a mischievous smile before teasing, "Do you think I'd have us flying without a pilot?" His confidence reassures me as he starts the helicopter, and I buckle up, impressed as he checks gauges and communicat
Blossom POV What Dean doesn't realize is that his part in the plan ends here, while Diana and Caleb have been working tirelessly to throw me a surprise baby shower. Unbeknownst to him, as we approach the landing field, a crowd of guests awaits our arrival. As he brings the helicopter down and we near the landing, he becomes aware of the tables, people, and soft blue decorations. Dean had suspected Diana and Caleb were up to something, but it's all clear now. "This finally makes sense," he murmurs as he lands the helicopter and powers down. With the rotor blades finally still, people cautiously approach, eager to greet us. When they notice me sleeping soundly in the passenger seat, a collective "aww" ripples through the crowd—a sound I hear only once Dean removes his headset and hops out. He signals for silence with a finger to his lips as he rounds the helicopter to tap on my window. I wake slowly, yawning and stretching, then break into a smile as I see the crowd that's turned th
Blossom POV The baby shower went off seamlessly, and everyone seemed to enjoy the games arranged for the women. I received numerous lovely gifts for the baby, which I know I'll be even more grateful for soon. Meanwhile, the men followed Caleb to the villa's yard as he introduced them to Boo during feeding time. Dean reflected quietly, "This was much simpler than the grand extravaganza Diana and Caleb had initially planned. Somehow, the simplicity made it more special; it was refreshing to have a straightforward party." As the evening drew to a close and guests started departing, Dean and I thanked everyone for coming and expressed our appreciation. Diana joined Maria and a few other housekeepers in tidying up, despite Caleb's insistence that she didn't have to. Once the last guests had left, I urged Diana to pause her cleaning so we could talk in the kitchen. Diana, a little anxious, finished up before heading into the villa. She entered through the back door and found Dean and m
Blossom POV I head back to our room to grab a blanket for Dean. "He could have at least gotten himself a blanket," I mutter to myself as I trudge down the hallway again. After gently covering Dean with the thin blanket, I return to our room, ready to finally get some well-deserved rest. The next morning, I wake up bright and early, feeling optimistic about the day. My baby isn't overwhelming me today, for which I am grateful. "Maybe he's finally realizing it's not ideal to be outsmarted by his unborn form," I chuckle at the thought and then check in mentally with him. "How are you doing in there?" I ask. D.L., my unborn baby, tells me he's doing fine but just a bit exhausted from keeping my intelligence, combat readiness, and other abilities heightened, just in case of any residual threats from the farmhouse confrontation. I reassure him that everything is taken care of and he can focus on growing and developing into a healthy, full-term, Lycan baby. His little eyes start to fl
Blossom POV Priscilla lets loose a laugh that sounds more like an over-the-top, boisterous cackle—something that might be forced to incite laughter in others, but in Priscilla's case, it's genuine. After she finishes, she takes off her glasses, breathing onto the lenses to clear them, using the hem of her stained t-shirt to wipe away the smudges. I can't help but smile when I notice Priscilla has a mole on her chin, just like my father did. Up until now, I hadn't realized how unique that trait was. Seeing her in a new light, I tell her, "Priscilla, I'm not going to pretend I know the revised code sections and ordinances. I'd have a better shot at guessing how old those glasses are or the story behind that shirt. Even Dean wouldn't have a clue," I add, glancing at Dean, who gives me a 'don't drag me into this' look. Priscilla sits back down, her expression far softer than before, and she seems less like the eccentric character I first perceived. "Today marks the start of your train
Blossom POV Once Priscilla grew tired of my unsuccessful attempts at teleportation, she flatly instructed me to just use the door. "We've spent enough time trying to get you to appear only five feet ahead. Your impressive Alpha here can dematerialize and travel anywhere in the world in a matter of seconds. You did speak with your parents in that cellar, right? And Eliza too?" "How do you possibly know that?" I demanded, shooting a glance at Dean. "It wasn't Dean," she retorted. "I just know things, girly. Far more than you grasp with your current understanding of things around here," Priscilla continued, delivering a sharp dose of reality. Dean stayed silent, thinking I might benefit from a little humility. Perhaps I should trust her, too, I thought. "Okay then... I was in the cellar and Eliza appeared. She explained a bit about the fabric of time and space, mentioning that she was just a holographic projection of her memory. I remember it clearly. She said that the event of our