*Zac*
I realise that I kinda let out a small gasp as my lungs allow me to breathe again, this woman is something special … but.. who is she ? This vision standing beside Nick, her dark eyes watching me, the pinkish lips parting softly ... holy ... wow.. What the hell just happened here ?
“Z this is my girlfriend Cynamon. Honey this is Zac ... he owns this place”. Nick says, his voice sounds kinda far away.
My mind is kinda trying to piece it all together and make sense of what he said. “Girlfriend ... Cinnamon ? I like cinnamon”.
“Earth to Zac”. Nick chuckles. “Cynamon ... remember I told you. We’ve been on a couple of dates. She is a baker and she brought cupcakes for the party”.
His girlfriend ... of course she is ... damn it, focus Zac. “Oh sure, yeah I remember ... your girlfriend ... you told me about your girlfriend”.
She steps forward and holds out her slim hand, smiling at me. “A real pleasure meeting you Zac ... it’s a very nice place you have here”.
“The pleasure is all mine ... all mine Cynamon ... that’s a peculiar name, it’s pretty though ... very pretty”. I take her hand, how is it possible to have a smile that pretty ?
“It’s polish ... and it does actually mean cinnamon ... my dad was a bit of a ... weirdo”. She says with the most adorable little giggle that sparks butterflies in my stomach. “But just call me CJ ... most people do”.
I take her hand, feeling warmth spread up my arm as I bend my head to kiss it, letting my lips linger for a moment. “CJ then, if that is what you prefer ... but darling you have to stay ... you simply have to stay for the celebration, right Nick”.
I look up to see Nick giving me this weird look, then he nods slowly. “Yeah sure ... you should stay honey, if you want to of course”.
“Uh ... sure ... I’d love to stay”. She bites her lip in the most distracting way, her eyes meeting mine. “If ... Nick wants me to stay, I mean”.
“Well ... not really up to me, it’s Zac’s place”. Nick mumbles, making me look at him. I mean it kinda sounds like he wants her to leave. He sighs. “Of course I want you to stay ... that would be swell”.
I realise that I am still holding her hand and quickly let it go. “Well it’s settled then. Now let me see those famous cupcakes Nick has been telling so much about”.
“Sure ... we put them in the kitchen”. She is smiling at me, her cheeks decorated with blooms of pink, and her hands are fiddling in a nervous way.
Nick quickly grabs her hand ... like he is scared that I might do it if he doesn’t. “Come on, we’ll show you”.
*Cynamon*
We walk inside, Nick clutching my hand hard, like he is scared I am about to run away. I wonder if it was a good idea to agree to stay. There is something happening, something I am not sure should happen.
It is Zac, he makes me feel ... nervous ... weird ... elated ... scared in some happy way ... oh that makes no sense ... nothing makes sense in my head right now.
‘Yes it does’. Zyca tells me. ‘You know it makes every kind of sense’.
“So this is...”. I pull my hand from Nick’s grasp. “... the cupcakes. I hope they are what you wanted”.
I open the box closest to me, and Zac kind of leans in, his warm breath fanning over my face, it smells faintly like ... not sure what it is ... something fresh and sweet. And the sensation makes my knees feel weak, my hands grabbing the counter.
“These look absolutely stunning ... but I should probably taste one to be sure”. He gives me a cheeky grin and picks one up, biting into it slowly. Then he closes his eyes, chewing, making this small humming sound in his throat.
I have a feeling my mouth kinda just popped open, as heat spreads through my body and little tinkles emerge in weird places … wow … no, no, no … what is happening to me ?
“This is ... absolutely divine”. Zac says with a theatrical sigh and licks his fingers. “Good you know how to seduce a man ...”. He bite his lip. “I mean ... Nick is a lucky guy that's for sure”.
“Hmm lucky indeed”. Nick shakes his head slowly. “If you are done getting a hard on from my girlfriend's cupcakes Maybe you can tell me where she's going to stay ? Isn’t all the tents ... taken ?”
Zac suddenly looks thoughtful. “Uhm ... not to sound all ... I kinda expected she would stay with you”.
I feel myself blush badly, hearing how my voice is shaking a bit. “Oh ... it’s not a problem really ... I don’t need to stay ... I can go back tonight”.
“No ... we will find something”. Zac looks around. “You know what ? You can have my room. I’ll bunk with Nick ... or take the couch”.
“I can take the couch. I don’t want to take your bed from you”. I don’t know what else to say, it all feels so very weird. I mean what is Zac thinking about me not wanting to stay with Nick ? Is it weird for an adult ? Well I'm weird, what can I say ?
And Zyca is filling my head with images and words I do not want to hear.
Zac takes my hand, his eyes locking with me. “Don’t even worry about it darling ... I am happy to let you have it”.
“Okay then ... thanks”. I give him a small smile. “Uhm, could I use the bathroom ?”
“Sure ... it’s the third door on the right, down the hall”. Zac says, giving my hand a small squeeze before letting it go.
*Zac*
I can’t help watching her leave the room. She is wearing a cute white top and a pretty yellow skirt with little flowers, making her look pretty and summery.
Nick slaps my arm rather hard and I turn my head looking at him. “Ouch ... what ?”
“What ?” He makes a motion with his hand towards the hallway. “Could you maybe be just slightly less obvious when flirting with my girlfriend in front of me ?”
“I wasn’t ... I didn’t mean too ... shit”. I rub a hand over my face. “I am so sorry Nick. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me ... I’ll stop .. I promise, no more ... flirting”.
He looks at me in this weird way again. “Okay then ... I know you meant no harm. It just started getting ... a bit awkward”.
“Can I ask you something ? A bit personal ?” I don’t even know why I am asking, but curiosity is getting the best of me.
“What is it Zac ?” He glances towards the hallway, probably making sure she isn’t coming back.
I breathe in slowly. I mean it is none of my business, and Nick might be offended that I ask. “So ... her not staying with you, in your room ... does that mean ...”.
“Yeah Zac ... it means exactly what you are thinking ... okay ?” He looks slightly annoyed. “Sorry ... it’s just. Well I like her ... and it’s not that I wouldn't … Well, I would like to go further, but she is clearly holding back so ... I don’t want to pressure her”.
“Oh great”. I clamp a hand over my mouth when I realise what I just said. “I mean ... it’s great that you respect her boundaries and ...”.
Cynamon comes back and Nick takes her hand, walking towards the door. “I think I understand perfectly what you meant Zac ... come on honey, let's go find something fun to do”.
“See you guys later”. I call out ... feeling like a total idiot.
*Cynamon* The scent of pine and freshly baked cookies mingles in the air, wrapping me in a warm embrace as I take a moment to breathe it all in. It’s Christmas Eve, and our living room is a delightful chaos of laughter, decorations, and the soft glow of fairy lights. I can hardly believe how much has changed since those early days, and yet, here we are… surrounded by love and family. “Cynamon, come help me with this!” I hear Evangeline call from the kitchen, her voice bright and cheerful. I glance over to find her juggling a platter of cookies while trying to keep her balance with her round belly. “Got it!” I laugh, rushing over to lend a hand. “You should sit down and let me take care of this.” She grins, “Hey you are pregnant too.” “But you are carrying twins, after all!” I point out. “And this is my third, I am more… used to it.” Evangeline grins even wider, her eyes sparkling. “But I can’t resist the cookies! They’re my weakness… and the babies' weakness, the babies want c
*Cynamon* “Come on, miss Teeny! Let’s go see Santa!” I gently lift my nine-month-old daughter out of her car seat and settle her onto my hip, where she immediately starts tugging playfully at my hair. As we step inside, I take in the scene: it's a festive event designed to support Christmas for the local orphanage. They’re also distributing presents, food, and trees to families who struggle to afford them. I think it’s a beautiful initiative, and I’m more than happy to lend my support by baking some cupcakes. Scanning the room for familiar faces, I spot Cukier and Nick deep in conversation. Perfect! I could use an extra pair of hands, so I make my way over to them. “Well, hello there, guys! Is everything running smoothly so far?” “Oh yes, sis! Everything is going perfectly,” Cukier replies, turning to me with a warm smile. “And there is uncle's little bundle of joy?” he adds, leaning down to greet my daughter. “Always so happy, aren’t you, little munchkin?” “She really is,” I say
*Zac* The sun dips low on the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky as laughter and music spill out of our backyard. I glance around, soaking in the vibrant scene before me. The air is thick with the mouthwatering scent of Cukier’s famous barbecue, and I can already hear the sizzle of meat on the grill. “Is everything ready, Cukier?” I call out, catching a glimpse of my brother-in-law, his brow furrowed in concentration as he flips burgers and hot dogs with the finesse of a master chef. “Absolutely! Just about to throw on the corn,” he replies, a hint of pride in his voice. There’s something about his determination that makes me smile. He seems to always be the responsible one, but tonight, he’s relaxed, enjoying the moment with all of us. I turn my attention to the rest of our guests. The yard is a tapestry of familiar faces: Cynamon’s family, the werewolves who’ve come to celebrate. Her Aunt Elowen is chatting animatedly with LZ, her laughter ringing like m
*Cynamon* It feels so good to be home. I am standing on the back porch with Zac, hearing Cukier and Nick bickering like an old married couple inside in the kitchen, as they are cooking dinner. But one thing is missing, my baby. Then it is like the air shimmers and a small tickling reaches my ears and there is LZ and Evangeline. A bundle nestled in LZ's arms. I pull away from Zac, a warm glow blooming in my chest. The world around us is shifting… freedom for my kind is within our grasp, and yet, right now my heart races only for our little girl. “Clementine,” I murmur, my eyes darting to the grass where I see LZ cradling her with such tenderness. I can’t help but smile at the sight. ‘She’s safe, Cynamon. Breathe,’ Zyka whispers softly, her voice like a gentle breeze brushing through my mind. I nod, feeling the reassurance wash over me. Zac squeezes my hand, grounding me. “Let’s go see her,” he says, and I can hear the eagerness in his voice. We make our way over to LZ, who is
*LZ* I sit on the soft mossy floor of the sanctuary, Clementine nestled against me, her tiny body rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The gentle glow of the flowers around us flickers softly, like tiny stars caught in a moment of stillness. I don’t know how long we’ve been here in this place that feels like a dream, but there’s a strange comfort in the uncertainty. Each day is a blend of wonder and worry, punctuated by the need to keep Clementine safe. As I absently stroke her hair, my eyes wander to the enchanted window. Outside, the world bursts with life. Creatures of all shapes and sizes dart through the twilight, their calls ringing like chimes in the wind. A small, furry creature with bright blue fur and large, curious eyes hops by, stopping to peer at us as if assessing whether we’re friend or foe. I chuckle softly at its antics, and it seems to sense my amusement, giving a playful leap before scampering off into the underbrush, leaving behind a trail of sparkli
*Zac* I can hardly believe my eyes as a helicopter's blades slice through the air, kicking up a storm of dust and debris. My body tenses, not sure if this is good or bad. The moment I see the figure stepping out, my heart skips a beat. It’s President Karina Horton, flanked by Nick and Cukier. They managed, they got to the actual president. The small group stride forward with an air of authority that demands immediate attention. "Let him go!" Karina's voice booms, cutting through the chaos like a knife. The guard holding me tightens his grip, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The President’s presence is magnetic, and even the bravest of men can feel their resolve wavering in the face of such power. "You are not in charge here… I take my orders from Braxton Hayes or Syler Smith only," the guard barks back, but I can see the sweat beading on his forehead, his confidence faltering with each passing second. “I am your President, and my orders outrank any other,” Karin