Werewolf Boyfriend: Canvas Part 2 (special preview)

Will has given us the luxury suite on the top floor of the building. The view is spectacular, showing off the mountains and snow that are all around us. There’s a lake that’s frozen over, but it has a gate surrounding it for protection.

“How are you?” I ask Canvas as he slouches over on the bed.

“Not sure,” he grumbles. “Everything feels so weird.” He lays on his back, gazing up at the ceiling. “I’m not sure what to even say to him. It’s been so long.”

“He seems nice,” I murmur.

“Yeah.” Canvas lays his arm over his eyes. 

I lay down on the bed beside him. “He’s making an attempt at least. He seems excited for the baby.”

Canvas huffs. “You don’t have to force this, you know? This isn’t your responsibility.” He moves his arm to look at me. “Your responsibility is to take care of the baby and yourself.”

I smile at him, giving him a thankful kiss. “I want things to work out. If it makes you happy in the long run, it’ll make me happy.”

Canvas cuddles up beside me. “I know.”

That night, we have dinner with Will at his place. At first, it is quiet and awkward. We sit around in the living room while dinner cooks. Will and Canvas sip on brandy while I enjoy a warm cider.

“So uhm, Winnie,” Will starts, “how did you and Canvas meet?”

I smile, excited to start a lighthearted conversation. “We were high school sweethearts actually.”

A cute smile blossoms on Will’s face. “Really?”

“We broke up when I went to college,” I continue. “But when I moved back to Hearthway Hollow and we met back up, we couldn’t stay apart.” I gaze up at Canvas as his cheeks turn red and a shy smile escapes.

“I got a job at the school, you see, and Canvas hired me to work at the camp during the summer.” I took hold of his hand. “He started courting me then and there.”

“Oh,” Will gasps. “So you know?”

I nod. “My family is the Locklears,” I reply. “I’m one of the few who isn’t a werewolf.”

“You’re related to Winona then?” Will chuckles. “I’ll tell you, that woman could scare paint off a wall.”

“I’m named after Winona actually,” I chuckle.

“How are you enjoying that, Canvas?” Will asks his son. “Being related to Mrs. Locklear now, must be something.”

“Yeah,” Canvas answers unsurely. “She’s uhm...tough, that’s for sure. When she learned I was courting Winnie, she started sending me books on things like cooking and uhm...personal things.” His face is growing redder.

“It was all a joke,” I insist.

Canvas shakes his head. “No. No, it was not a joke.”

The doorbell rings and Will nearly jumps out of his seat. “Oh, they’re early.” He stands up from the sofa. “I was hoping to lead into this but uhm…I invited someone I wanted you to meet. Just...wait here.” He leaves to go answer the door.

Canvas grips my hand. “He’s seeing someone.”