Snow melts.
Drips off the cedar roof.
A steady rhythm against the glass.
I hear it before I open my eyes.
A soft patter. A promise.
Spring is coming.
I stretch.
My body feels different.
Heavier. Warmer.
Alive in a way I’ve never known.
His arm is draped over my waist.
Heavy. Possessive.
Daddy never lets go.
Not even in sleep.
I turn into him.
Breathe in his scent.
Pine. Sweat. Old leather.
Mine.
“You’re awake,” he murmurs.
Voice rough with sleep.
I nod against his chest.
Feel the rumble in his ribs.
“Morning,” I whisper.
His hand slides down my stomach.
Thick fingers. Calloused palm.
Presses right over my lower belly.
A slow, reverent circle.
“It’s happening,” he says.
Not a question.
My breath catches.
“Yes.”
The word hangs between us.
Heavy. Real.
The baby growing.
The life we made.
The way he looks at me like I’m the only thing keeping him human.
He shifts. Gets out of bed.
Bare chest. Scarred back. Broad shoulders blocking the weak morning light.
He moves to the window. Stares out.
“The snow is going,” he says. Back still turned. Voice flat.
“I’ll pack,” he adds.
I frown. Sit up. Sheet slipping.
“What?”
“I’ll take you to the city. Find a place. Get you a doctor. Proper care.”
I swing my legs off the mattress. Walk to him.
Press my bare feet against the wooden floor.
Cold bites my skin. I don’t care.
I step behind him. Wrap my arms around his waist.
Rest my cheek against his back.
“No.”
He goes rigid.
“Jessa.”
“No,” I repeat. Firmer.
I turn him around. Force him to look at me.
His jaw is clenched. Eyes stormy.
“You don’t get to run away,” I say.
His throat works. “I’m trying to keep you safe. Keep him safe.”
“There’s no place safer than here.”
He stares at me. Breathing hard.
“You’d stay?” he asks. Voice cracking. “In this cabin? With me? When the snow’s gone and the world wakes up?”
I nod. Slow. Certain.
“I’m not leaving you.”
He drops to his knees.
Pulls me down with him.
Arms wrap around my waist like a vice.
He buries his face in my stomach.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
A broken sound tears out of him.
He’s crying.
I’ve never seen him cry.
Alpha men don’t cry.
But he’s not just an alpha.
He’s a man. A father. Mine.
I stroke his hair. Feel the wetness against my skin.
“I’m staying,” I repeat.
“Everything I need is right here in this cabin with you,” I say.
He lifts his head. Eyes red. Raw.
A shuddering breath. Then he’s kissing me.
Hard. Desperate.
Mouths colliding. Teeth clashing.
I open for him. Take him in.
He groans. Hands grip my hips. Lifts me.
I wrap my legs around his waist.
He stands. Carries me to the bed.
Throws me down.
Closes the distance.
“You’re mine,” he growls. Lips on my neck. “My girl. My wife. Mother of my child.”
“Yours,” I gasp.
He rips my shirt open. Buttons fly.
Cold air hits my skin. Then his mouth.
Teasing my nipples. Biting. Sucking.
I arch. Back bowing.
“So fucking beautiful,” he curses.
He yanks my panties down. Kicks them away.
My pussy is already wet. Clenching. Ready.
He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t play.
He splits me open.
“Fuck,” he breathes. Shoulders tense. “So tight. So perfect.”
He drives in. Deep.
No warning. Just cock sliding past my slick walls.
I cry out. Fingers dig into his shoulders.
“Daddy,” I whimper.
He sets a brutal pace. Hips pistoning.
Thighs slapping. Bed frame creaking.
He grabs my hair. Tilts my head back.
Bites my throat. Marks me.
“Taking my cum,” he grunts. “Swallowing my load. Carrying my heir.”
“Yes,” I sob. “Please. Daddy, please.”
He bottoms out. Hips locked against mine.
“Feel it,” he growls. “Feel me breeding you.”
He pulls back. Slams forward.
Harder. Rougher.
I’m drowning in him.
Cock stretching me. Filling me. Claiming me.
My orgasm hits like a tidal wave.
I scream. Claws rake down his back.
Pussy clamps around his cock. Milk slick over his shaft.
He groans. Eyes roll back.
“Cumming,” he snarls. “Taking it. All of it.”
He thrusts one last time. Deep.
Buried to the hilt.
Hot cum floods my pussy.
I feel every pulse. Every drop.
He holds me down. Keeps his cock buried.
Breathing like a wrecked man.
“Mine,” he whispers. “All mine.”
“Yours,” I echo.
He collapses on top of me.
Heavy. Warm. Alive.
We stay like that for a long time.
Listening to the snowmelt outside.
The world changing.
Our world just beginning.
He finally shifts. Rolls to his side.
Pulls me against his chest.
Hand slides to my stomach.
“I’m staying,” he says. Voice firm.
I smile against his skin.
“I know.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead.
Then another. And another.
“No more running,” he vows.
“No more leaving,” I agree.
He lifts me up. Cradles me in his arms.
Walks to the window.
Stares at the green world outside.
“Spring,” he murmurs.
“Yeah,” I say.
“New life,” he adds.
“Ours,” I whisper.
He tightens his hold.
Eyes closing. Tears tracking down his cheeks.
“I was so scared,” he admits. Voice raw. “Scared of losing you. Scared of failing you.”
“You didn’t,” I say. Rub his cheek. “You never will.”
He looks at me. Really looks.
The alpha mask is gone.
Just a man. A father. A husband.
My Daddy.
“I love you,” he says. Quiet. Shaking.
My heart swells. Spills over.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
He laughs. A broken, beautiful sound.
Pulls me down. Kisses me like he’s starving.
Like he’ll never let go.
The snow is gone.
The cabin is warm.
My belly is growing.
My man is home.
Everything I need is right here in this cabin with you.
And for the first time in my life… I am exactly where I belong.
He lifts me. Carries me to the couch by the fire.
Lays me down. Covers me with wool blankets.
Kneels beside me. Runs his fingers through my hair.
“Doctor tomorrow,” he says. “Bloodwork. Ultrasound. I want proof.”
I nod. Rest my hand over his.
“Proof we’re going to be okay.”
“We’re going to be more than okay,” he corrects.
He presses his lips to my knuckles.
A vow. A promise. A prayer.
I close my eyes.
Feel the baby shift inside me.
Tiny. Alive. Ours.
I think about the long winter. The isolation. The fear.
It meant nothing now.
Spring brought thaw.
Thaw brought green.
Green brought life.
Life brought him.
Forever.
He hums. Low. Vibrating against my thigh.
“You’re perfect,” he says.
I smile.
“We’re both perfect.”
He chuckles. The sound wraps around me like a blanket.
He pulls the blanket up. Tucks it under my chin.
Lies beside me. Pulls me against his chest.
One arm under my head. The other over my stomach.
Anchoring me.
Protecting us.
I listen to his heartbeat.
Steady. Strong.
Mine.
His breath evens out.
Sleep takes him.
I stay awake a little longer.
Watch the sunlight creep across the floorboards.
Watch the dust motes dance.
Listen to the distant call of a robin.
Spring is here.
I press my palm to my belly.
“Hello, little one,” I whisper.
A flutter answers.
I smile.
Daddy is already claiming you.
Already crying over you.
Already loving you more than his own breath.
We’re going to raise you in this cabin.
On this land.
In this love.
No more running.
No more hiding.
Just us.
Forever.
I shift. Nestle closer to him.
His arm tightens instinctively.
He doesn’t wake. Just holds me.
I close my eyes.
The fire crackles.
The snowmelt sings.
The cabin breathes.
And I finally exhale.
All of it.
Every fear. Every doubt. Every lonely night.
Gone.
Replaced by warmth.
By weight.
By him.
By us.
By spring.
By home.
Morning stretches.
He wakes. Eyes sharp. Alpha.
But soft. Softer than I’ve ever seen.
He looks at me. Really looks.
Kisses my forehead. My nose. My lips.
“Good morning, my love,” he murmurs.
I smile.
“Good morning, Daddy.”
He groans. Pulls me on top of him.
Wraps his legs around mine.
Grinds his cock against my pussy.
Already hard. Already ready.
I gasp.
“Still breeding you,” he growls. Lips on my neck. “Always breeding you.”
I arch. Back bowing.
“Yes. Please. Daddy.”
He flips me. Throws me onto the furs.
Kneels between my legs.
Spreads me open.
Licks my clit. Slow. Dirty.
I cry out. Hands grip his hair.
“Fuck,” he curses. Looking up. Eyes dark. “You’re dripping for me. So fucking eager.”
He slides two fingers inside me.
Curves them. Hits my sweet spot.
I buck. Whimper. Beg.
He adds a third.
Worships me.
I climax fast. Hard.
Shaking. Screaming his name.
Pussy clenching. Clenching. Clenching.
He doesn’t stop. Drains me.
Loves me until I’m blind. Until I’m his.
He crawls up. Covers me.
Kisses me deep.
Swallows my gasps.
Swallows my tears.
Swallows me whole.
Then he sinks in.
Slow. Deep.
Thick cock. Hot cock. Claiming cock.
I wrap around him. Take every inch.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I do.
His eyes are blown wide. Raw. Devoted.
“My girl,” he breathes. “My wife. My mother.”
“Yours,” I sob.
He thrusts. Steady. Relentless.
Bed frame groans.
Furs shift.
Fire pops.
He sets a rhythm. Hard. Deep.
Breeding me.
Filling me.
Marking me from the inside out.
“Cum for me,” he growls. “Let Daddy see you break.”
I do.
Trembling. Shaking. Screaming.
Pussy milks his cock.
He groans. Eyes shut.
“Fuck. Jessa. Fuck.”
He bottoms out. Hips locked.
Breathes like a man drowning.
Then he pulses.
Hot cum floods my pussy.
Again. And again.
I feel it coat my walls.
Pool deep inside.
Claim me.
Fill me.
Keep me.
He holds me down. Keeps his cock buried.
Breathing. Shaking. Crying.
“Mine,” he whispers. “All mine. Forever.”
“Yours,” I echo.
He collapses. Rolls to his side.
Pulls me against his chest.
Holds me like I’m made of glass.
Like I’m the only thing keeping him alive.
I stroke his back. Feel the sweat. The scars. The truth.
“I’m staying,” I say.
He tightens his hold.
“I know,” he murmurs. “I know.”
He kisses my hair. My shoulder. My lips.
“Spring,” he says.
“Spring,” I agree.
“New life,” he adds.
“Ours,” I whisper.
He closes his eyes. Tears track down his temples.
“I love you,” he says. Quiet. Shaking. Certain.
My heart swells. Spills over.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
He laughs. A broken, beautiful sound.
Holds me tighter.
The snow is gone.
The cabin is warm.
My belly is growing.
My man is home.
Everything I need is right here in this cabin with you.
And for the first time in my life… I am exactly where I belong.
HEA.
No more chapters needed.
Just us.
Forever.