Werewolf Boyfriend: Finn 4 (complete)

Things have been so hectic lately that Finn and I haven’t even been able to think of getting married. We have a ring, although I’ve not been able to wear it due to some swelling. Between building the addition to the house and everything it takes to welcome a baby into the world, we just lose track of time.

Our daughter Merethe is born on a particularly humid day. I’m absolutely soaked with sweat by the time we get to the hospital, but she comes out healthy, strong, and completely bald. I’m in such a swirl of hormones and emotions that when I first held her, I cry because she doesn’t have any hair.

I’d been prepared for postpartum depression long before this, certain that it had affected my mother before me. Finn is ready too, and has read every book on the subject to prepare for Merethe. When we bring her home, it’s a relief. Being in the hospital makes me uneasy, but being home feels more grounded, more certain. If I’m home, that means nothing might be wrong aside from what we expected.

I’m on bed rest for a while, but I have Finn with me often, and when he isn’t available we always have someone else around. Shauna visits a lot, as she’s dealt with similar things as me during pregnancy. She’s a great comfort. Once I’m able to walk around, I try to busy myself when I’m not caring for Merethe. I clean like crazy, organizing everything to a point where Finn can’t find things anymore. I search online for healthier diets for Finn and me, and even go so far as to order some of those meal delivery box subscriptions.

I think Finn notices I’m spiraling a little, so he takes time off work, hiring a new guy to take his place for a while. We learn baby massage from some online courses, and between Merethe’s feedings we do skin-to-skin contact bonding. I love seeing Merethe lie on her father’s chest. Knowing Finn is around, really helps in my recovery.

Merethe is getting bigger by the day, and eventually begins growing platinum-blonde hair that looks almost pure white. It grows in both loose curls and tight ringlets, giving her a messy look even when her hair is cleaned and brushed. She also starts walking sooner than we expected, and baby-proofing becomes a mad dash to the finish line. For a while, I have to use hard ties and rubber bands to lock the cabinets.

One afternoon, Finn is taking care of Merethe while I go shopping alone. It’s a breath of fresh air, but the entire time, I can’t help but miss my little family. I miss Merethe’s tiny smile and grabby hands, the way she throws her head down against my chest and nuzzles like it’s the comfiest place on earth. When I come home, I bring in the few bags by myself, knowing Finn and Merethe are probably napping. The house is quiet as I walk in, so I tiptoe about to put the food away. As I’m in the fridge, taking out old bread, Finn appears in the kitchen.

“I have a question for you,” he whispers.

I look up and brush my hair aside. “Yes, I bought the cherry chocolate swirl you like so much.”

He grins. “That’s good, but that has nothing to do with my question.” He walks around the counters and kneels on one knee. “Will you marry me tomorrow?”

I let out a breath, and I can’t do anything but laugh.

“I’m serious, Aysle.” He squeezes my hand tight. “Let’s get married tomorrow. We can go to the courthouse and invite whoever we want. We can get married now and later, if we want, we can have a beautiful ceremony.”

He looks so excited, I could just about cry. “What brings this on?” 

“I realized while you were away that I couldn’t stand another moment not being married to you.” He holds up my wedding ring and places it back on my finger. “Lene even said she would watch Merethe for the night, so we could have a honeymoon.”

I bite my lip and nod. “Of course I want to marry you! I’m just surprised!”

Finn jumps up, hugging and kissing me. “I’ll handle everything. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. But I do have one request.” He walks over to the broom closet, and from the top shelf I can never reach, he takes down a box. “Wear this.”

“How long have you been planning on popping this?” I take the box over to the kitchen table to open it.

“A lot longer than today.” Finn stands behind me, wrapping his arms around me. “Before Merethe was born, after she was born, three months ago.” He kisses the nape of my neck. “All my life.”

I turn to kiss him for being far too sweet. I open the box to find a beautiful white dress inside. It has long sleeves of billowy organza that cuffs at the wrist, and more organza draped down onto the chest and bunched at the waist, trailing into misty wisps and folds to give the illusion of a full skirt. It’s simple but beautiful. 

He kisses the top of my head. “It’s not a wedding dress, but I saw it on one of Lene’s sites and I knew it was for you.”

I sniffle, quickly setting the dress back into the box so I don’t cry on it. Finn pulls my hair back. “Do you like it?”

I whip around so I can squeeze him as tight as possible. “It’s perfect! I can’t thank you enough.”

“I wanted to give you something special for the day, something I knew you would feel beautiful in.”

I sniffle and laugh as I pull away, grabbing a napkin to blot up my tears. “I’m getting you and Merethe for a lifetime. You didn’t need to give me the dress.”

Finn kisses my forehead as he rubs his hands up and down my arms. “You deserve a million dresses.”

“And where would I put them?” I blubber, and we both start laughing. Just as we begin to kiss in earnest, Merethe starts crying. 

“I’ll go get her.” I give Finn one last kiss before I go into the bedroom to fetch Merethe and feed her. 

The next morning, Finn goes to the jewelry store to get the wedding bands, while Lene and I wait at the courthouse. I’ve gotten the paperwork together, and the people we’ve invited are waiting outside for us. All I need now is Finn, but something seems amiss.

“I’m sure he’s doing something stupid,” Lene scoffs. “Probably getting the rings engraved, or he’s making them at the blacksmith shop.” She’s holding Merethe, bouncing her while she chews on one of her toes.

I look towards the entrance constantly. “He should be here by now,” I fret. “It shouldn’t have taken this long.” I’m growing more worried by the second. The jewelry store isn’t that far away, and he should have been able to get the rings and come here even before the paperwork was dealt with. I keep trying to chew my nails, but Lene stops me each time since we got them done this morning. I hold Merethe for a while to distract me, but with each tick of the clock, my guts feel like they’re about to spill on the floor.

Lene’s phone rings, and she scowls as she answers. “Where the fuck are you?! I swear to god I’m going...” She stops cold, then starts nodding her head. “I’m still killing you.” She turns her phone off and approaches me. “We’re going to Hyacinth Farms.”

“What?” I scoff as I stand up.

“Don’t ask questions. He gave me zero answers. We just have to get everyone to go to Hyacinth Farms.” She leads the charge, heading outside and shouting out the new plan while I get Merethe in her carseat. 

Lene drives me to Hyacinth Farms, and as soon as we come upon the farmhouse I see a sea of balloons. There’s a path of white and pink balloons leading to the main barn, where Remi is sitting with a bouquet in his mouth. Remi trots up to me and nudges me to take the bouquet of wildflowers. The interior of the barn is lit with candles, and soft music is pouring out. Iver comes to me, taking my arm and leading me aside. 

“Lets get everyone seated.” He gives me a wink, patting my hand as I watch everyone file into the barn. 

“What is he doing?” I whisper to Iver. “When did he do all this?” Inside the barn, I hear Pachelbel's ‘Canon’ play. 

“You’ll see.” Iver takes me to the entrance and walks me up the aisle. Standing at the end of the aisle is Finn holding Merethe, and Mrs. Locklear dressed in a beautiful purple suit. I am so close to becoming a crying mess. I cling tight to Iver’s hand until I reach the end and he passes me to Finn.

“What is this?” I whisper to him.

He purses his lips and presses his finger to them. “It’s a surprise.” He continues to hold Merethe in one arm while holding my hand with the other.

Mrs. Locklear is all smiles as she looks between us. “Now, I’ve married quite a few kids off in my time here, and each wedding is unique. Every love story looks similar on the cover, but it’s the pages inside that change everything completely. It’s the words spoken between us and the silences that sometimes follow. It’s the patter of rain on windows. It’s the sound of a coffee pot turning on first thing in the morning. There are so many words to describe love, and yet we can never say it enough.” She straightens and takes a deep breath.

“Today, we see a new chapter in the love story between Aysle and Finn, and little Merethe too. Today we celebrate, and tomorrow they begin again.” Mrs. Locklear takes Merethe so Finn can hold both my hands. “Finn, do you have your vows ready?”

“You have vows?” I whimper.

Finn grins at me, giving my hands an affirming squeeze. “I believe as we grow, our vows will change. Nothing stays still, but I promise I will always be moving beside you. Whatever road we choose, whichever way the currents flow, I’ll be by your side, making promises, changing plans, and keeping you forever in my heart. Whether my vows mean taking out the garbage or doing dishes, and if they change to fixing bicycles and mowing the lawn, my vow to love you is immovable.” Finn’s hand trembles as he puts the ring on my finger, and he tries to steady himself, but it only makes him shake more. 

I have tears running down my face as I look at him. “Me too,” is all I can squeak out, and soft laughter ripples through the crowd. 

I shake my head as I try to collect myself. “I came to this town alone, but I’m never going to leave it that way. You are my peace, my rock, and I will hold on to you for dear life if I have to,” I laugh between my tears. “I’ll hold your hand through everything, and I will be your rock as much as you have been mine.”

“Mommy, mommy, daddy, daddy,” Merethe begins to burble.

I smile so joyfully I can barely stand it. “We will fight and we will cry, but my hand is always out stretched to you, forever and ever.” I place the ring on his finger, then lace our hands together. 

Mrs. Locklear sniffles and smiles. “By the power vested in me by the state of North Carolina, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” She grins brightly. “You may now kiss and start this new chapter.”

Finn picks me up off the ground spinning me as he kisses me. As he sets me down we take Merethe, kissing her on both her cheeks. We leave the barn with streamers and birdseed being tossed over us.

There’s food being prepared in the farmhouse, and a tower of cupcakes. While Finn and I have a moment alone, the barn is rearranged to house the reception. “When did you do this?” I wrap my arms tight around him. “I was so worried at the courthouse!”

“It was Shauna’s idea. She helped me throw this together over the last few days.” He kisses my face all over. “Did you like it?”

“I just about died when I got here!” I take tissues and try to keep my makeup in place. “This was the sweetest, most remarkable thing you’ve ever done!”

“Well...” Finn takes Merethe. “Aside from this one, I think it’s one of my best works.”

There’s a knock on the door, and Lene pops her head in. “The reception is ready, we’re waiting for you two for a toast.”

In the barn, the chairs have been moved and there are tables set up. The tower of cupcakes is front and center, surrounded by an assortment of drinks and other snack foods. Finn and I give our toast, and I have my first sip of alcohol in over a year. It makes me tipsy real quick. We dance and celebrate, and have a wonderful time. Then Finn and I hop into a car to go to our honeymoon. It’s only for two days, but I’m still anxious to leave Merethe for the first time. Lene promises she will bring Merethe to us if we miss her too much.

We drive just a little outside of Hearthway Hollow to Camp Wolfpun. There, Finn has rented us a cabin just for the weekend. “It’s not the honeymoon in Italy we talked about, but hopefully, it will do,” Finn says as we walk inside. There’s a gift basket on the table filled with all sorts of fancy foods, and a bottle of champagne and glasses.

I start to giggle. “Is it weird that I’m nervous?”

Finn arches his brow at me, tossing our bag aside. “What’s to be nervous about?”

“It’s been a while since… you know.” I bite my lip. “Not to mention our first time married.” I press my palms against his chest. “What if it’s not as good as it used to be?”

“It was too good before to change just because of a marriage certificate.” Finn eases me down to sit on the bed. “I doubt there is anything that could change my desire for you, Aysel.”

“I’ve had a baby.”

“So have I.” He takes off his shirt and pats his stomach. “You’ve not said anything about the spare tire I’ve gotten since Merethe was born.”

I smile at him. “She didn’t come out of your spare tire.”

Finn kneels on the floor before me. “Vaginas are magic, what else can be said?” He takes my hands into his and kisses my knuckles. “Are you feeling up to it?”

I nod silently and cup my hands around his face. I run my fingers through his hair, down his neck, and knead them into his shoulders. He rises up, laying me back on the bed while he kisses me. His hair falls down around us like a canopy, shrouding the rest of the world. 

“My wife,” he whispers.

“My husband.” I paw at his chest and sides.

He leans down, pressing his lips against my ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard you get amnesia, then do it all again to make you remember. Got it?”

I bust into a fit of laughter as he bites and tears his way down my body. He undresses me and rips off my panties with a snap, then lets out a loud, dramatic gasp as he spreads my legs.

“What?” I freeze in worry.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “It’s still so fucking cute.”

I burst out laughing again, slapping the top of his head until he dives in. His tongue and mouth press against me and I lose my breath mid-laugh. Have I gotten more sensitive since having Merethe? No. That’s not possible right? Why does his mouth feel better than it did before? Maybe because it’s been so long, it’s like he’s eating me for the very first time.

I pull on his hair, gasping for breath as his fingers stir me up. His tongue laps at me and his growl vibrates all over my skin. His blue eyes flick up to me, and I can tell he’s smiling.

“Let me catch my breath.” I try to sit up, but my arms are quivering.

He kisses my mound softly, his fingers move slow inside. “You taste even better than before. My beard is drenched.”

“Have you been practicing or something?” I swoon. “I swear, you’re better than I remember.” I prop myself up on the pillows.

“Same to you.” He presses his tongue against my clit, then sucks it between his lips. 

I quiver, tighten, and arch off the bed. It’s been so long since the mountains shook for me. “Oh!” I cry out.

The cry spurs his fingers to move faster, pressing more intently on that special spot. I cry out again and reach down to pull his hair and tangle it between my fingers. The mountains rise from the earth, and I don’t have much time to catch a breath, because I feel the moon fall to crush us.

Finn just laughs. He’s crushed me, devastated me, but he takes it with pride. He wipes down his beard with a smirk. “You’ve certainly never done that before.”

“Done what?” I slur, drunk from his passion.

Finn kisses me, pressing his warm body against mine. “Let’s go into the woods,” he whispers into my ear. “Let’s howl at the moon and rattle the stars.”

He’s already begun shifting as I look at him. “I would love to.”

Finn picks me up and carries me outside the cabin. There’s a cliff overlooking the lake where he lays out a blanket for us. Two werewolves atop a cliff at night - what a cliche. I pull him down over me, kissing him and biting his neck as we join together. I squeeze tight around him, feeling every inch of him as he comes inside me. I look into his beautiful blue eyes, losing my breath as he moves. He shudders and pushes deeper, arching his back and rearing his head up towards the sky.

This big, beautiful wolf is all mine. He’s my husband, my mate. I never imagined a sweeter moment than this. The night is warm around us, keeping us safe as we make love. I breathe in the scent of rain and feel the earth move against my back.

“You’re so beautiful,” Finn whimpers. “I love you so much.”

I hold on tight to him as he continues to whisper sweet nothings into my ear. The earth is quickening, spinning, turning to sand under us. The light reflected on the lake shivers and bathes us in brightness. Then it’s raining, and yet we keep going. His strong movements push me deeper into the soil. His moans and growls are echoed by the thunder, my cries by lightning.We reach our climax as lightning flashes over the lake.

We lay panting and soaked in the rain, unable to move for a while. Then we rush back to the cabin completely drenched, laughing and happy. 

“You’re going to get cold.” Finn wraps a towel and his arms around me. 

“Let’s get in the tub,” I suggest. “Then maybe have coffee or champagne?”

“Maybe more of each other?” He kisses me.

The tub is small, but we manage to cram into it together. His legs hang over the sides, but it’s comfortable. The warm water and his body have me soothed to such a state I nearly fall asleep.

“What if we have another baby?” he asks dreamily.

I rub his thighs under water. “You know I got on birth control after I stopped breastfeeding.”

He chuckles. “I know. Three years before another.” He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. “I’m just being silly.”

“Yes, you are.” I kiss his arms. His hands cup my breasts, holding them and gently squeezing. “But that’s why I married you.”

He starts to giggle. “We’re married!” He kisses my neck and shoulders excitedly. “Can you believe it?”

I turn around, pressing my chest to his just so I can kiss him. “No. But I’m going to have to.” I rub against his chest, and he grabs my ass. “Already?” I giggle.

“You make me feel twenty years younger. What can I say?” He sits up, kissing me hungrily. “In bed this time, I promise.”

I cup his face between my palms. “Let me just look at you for a second. I want to remember you right now for the rest of my life.”

“That’ll be easy.” He kisses me lovingly. “This is the rest of your life.”