Werewolf Boyfriend: Jasper Part Three (special preview)

“I love this land, it means the world to me. My studio is here too. The only thing is lacks is you.” He looks at you with so much love in his eyes. “So what if we found a place for just us?” He sets his plate aside. “I can work out here, we can spend weekends and small vacations out here, but we can find a place closer to town together.”

“Are you sure?” You whisper. “I know how much this place means to you. I wouldn’t ask you to leave it.”

Jasper takes hold of your hand. “I’ll always have this place, it’s mine for certain. But we should find something that’s ours.” He then tilts his head to the side. “And the chickens.”

You lean in, kissing him and brushing his hair from his face. “You sure? You really, really, sure?”

“Really, really, really,” he chuckles. “I can talk to Winona, see if she has any places she’d be willing to let go of.” He presses his forehead to yours. “I just want to always wake up with you and fall asleep with you in a place we can both be happy.”

“I’d like that,” you whisper. 

Tara’s anniversary arrives, so you and Jasper go to Mrs. Locklear’s home. She welcomes you, hugging you then embracing Jasper tightly. You celebrate with Tara’s siblings and cousins, her aunts and uncles. There is a massive spread of food as well as a small display of Tara’s things. You see her wedding photo with Jasper, and how he looks so uncomfortable yet happy in his tux.

“You crying?” Jasper kisses your head.

“So?” You sniffle, rubbing your eyes. “She’s beautiful.”

“I look so stupid though,” Jasper grunts.

“Yeah,” you chuckle then rub at your eyes. “Would she have liked me?

Jasper hugs you close. “She would have loved you,” he whispers. “I’m sure she sent you to me. In the back of my mind I’ve been thinking she was the one controlling Ginger.”

I laugh and hug him close. “I’m glad if she was.”

The evening there is a large bonfire out back where everyone sits around, kids play and roast marshmallows while some of the adults play music and sing. I sink into Jasper’s arms, marveling at the night sky.

Mrs. Locklear sits beside us and pats Jasper’s back. “Glad to have you here, boy,” she says. “You’re always welcome.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

Mrs. Locklear sighs. “Tara’s death was hard for all of us to accept. No need to apologize for taking your time.” She then smiles at me. “Taking care of him?”

“Trying,” I chuckle.

“Good,” she tilts her chin up and sigh. “Beautiful night. Absolutely perfect.”

Jasper nods. “It is.”

We go back to my cabin that evening and when we do I see there is a box on the porch. Inside is a glass windchime where the top is a chicken, and the chimes are little eggs. 

“Figure we could hang it up at our new home.” Jasper hugs me from behind. “Do you like it?”

“It’s so cute.” You turn and hug his neck. “I love it, thank you.”