The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 137

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A couple of days later, Alexander informed me from Russia that the so–called business tour had been restructured due to unforeseen circumstances and would delay him a bit, and that he would not be able to return to Wyoming on the promised date. I made my best effort to hide how much it discouraged me to hear that (even if it wasn’t his fault, after all), but in the end I managed to wish him the best and ask him not to overwhelm himself so much with work. It was very noticeable in his voice that Alexander was more disappointed than I was about the setback, and he assured me that he would do everything possible to make it up to me.

As if I needed that. The only thing I asked of him (between laughs, since it amused me a little how exaggeratedly frustrated he sounded) was that he give me his phone number and tell me at what times I could contact him, and I would consider the “offense” forgiven. We had never exchanged numbers in those two years, and I think I hadn’t asked for it before because, in one way or another, I had the absolute certainty that he would always contact me again.

In the end, almost two more weeks passed until Alexander confirmed that he was on American soil and heading toward my house.

The day in question dawned with a terrible storm, less than a week before Christmas; and for a couple of hours I feared that Alexander wouldn’t be able to drive in that weather, but Kit and Kim

alerted me to his arrival as soon as they heard him. My heart began to beat very fast when I saw,

through the semi–transparent curtain, the truck parking in front of the house. I went out to meet

him in the snowfall, with the dogs. The animals surrounded him happily, but Alexander paid them

no attention; his gaze was on me and it seemed that nothing in the world would force him to look

away. My chest swelled with happiness just seeing him step out of the vehicle.

I had to run to him; I almost jumped on him to hug him. I remember it, and I can’t help smiling like a fool. I was just so happy! It was so liberating to forget the nervousness and anxiety for a moment…

He laughed when he hugged me too. Kissing each other was the first thing that came naturally to both of us.

“You’re late!” I murmured, emotional, against his lips.

“I can’t believe it, you’re scolding me? And with a storm like that the whole way…”

Hearing him laugh finished making my day, and I kissed him again, almost desperate for his

contact.

Kit and Kim began circling around us, seeming very alarmed because perhaps they didn’t understand what we were doing; but when Alexander let me go, he directed such a growl at the dogs that they sat obediently. We entered the house with his luggage and once I closed the door, it

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was he who attacked me with more kisses, leaving me no possibility of moving or escaping. I didn’t have the strength (or the desire) to push him away and, truthfully, I didn’t care if my life ended at that moment. I had missed him so much; I only wanted to touch him, hug him, smell him and have him for myself for the next two days.

My happiness had many reasons; I wanted to celebrate them all.

After a few warmer kisses that cost me effort to stop giving him, his lips moved toward my cheek and along the edge of my jaw until reaching my ear, and he whispered to me, with a smile that felt mischievous against my skin:

“Look in my pockets.”

Alexander bit my earlobe with his fangs, urging me to obey him. As if he needed to do such a thing. I wasn’t sure which pockets he meant, but my hands quickly slid down his back and found the edge of the back pockets of his jeans; I hurried to slip my fingers in as fast as I could. In one of them there was a package of something that, by touch, was a small chocolate bar; but in the other, I distinguished the warm brush of thin cellophane wrapping and something circular inside it. The blow my heart gave was enormous, and I felt myself burn with embarrassment.

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I lifted my gaze, leaning and relaxed against his chest, and with a skeptical look I asked him:

“You only brought this? Really?”

“The rest of the box is in my suitcase.”

“Thank goodness,” I sighed, with a little laugh. “Because I was tempted to buy some, but this isn’t like choosing a shirt, if you understand me…”

The shrewd smile Alexander gave me back let me know that the joke had been accepted.

He leaned in again to give me another kiss, while I struggled to take the travel bag and coat from his hands, but he resisted stubbornly, laughing. My anxiety must have amused him greatly. He began to smell my neck, and I laughed louder; his nose tickled me, but suddenly he dropped the bags (for an instant I feared the computer had shattered) and his hands grabbed me above the elbows, firmly. He became more insistent and rough as he sniffed me, and finally he stepped back

and looked at me seriously:

“You don’t smell like the other day; you’re taking medication. What’s going on? Are you sick?”

“What? I’m not sick, just… wait, can you smell contraceptives?”

He remained silent for a second, and several things crossed his face almo

at the same time.

“Could be that. Pills?” he asked, doubtful.

I shook my head.

“Injections.”

“Why? I thought you didn’t…”

He was quite courteous in hinting at our conversation from the previous week, even if he didn’t say it outright. I stepped back as well, and adjusted the folds of his shirt a little, distractedly, to hide my

own nervousness.

“I went to the doctor,” I told him, hoping he would figure out by himself which doctor I meant. After a short silence, his penetrating and sharp gaze urged me to continue. “I’m fine. At first glance and according to the requirements, everything seems to be in order with me, he says I’ve healed well… the fact that my menstrual cycle has become irregular doesn’t necessarily mean there is a deeper disorder, but I won’t know if I truly have problems conceiving until I try.”

“And why the injections, then?”

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I frowned, confused. I hadn’t expected that question.

“Well, it’s not like… we just started this, whatever it is, and I don’t think that…”

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking about what I said.”

That disagreement gave me a spark of hope. That he had thought, even for a minimal second, about the possibility of getting me pregnant, was already an important sign that he was serious about me. But he was still cautious, and that was why he had that wrapping in his pocket, more than to impress me. Maybe he did it for me, because he thought I didn’t want such a big commitment so soon (if it was possible); and the truth was that I didn’t mind much, it wouldn’t have bothered me. In fact, I think it would have made me very happy. Oh, no. I didn’t know what to say, I was letting myself be carried away by the emotion of the moment. Could it be any more confusing? I started to feel nervous again; I didn’t know whether to rejoice or to think about it

seriously.

I decided to change the focus of the subject before it became uncomfortable.

“I’ll stop them, if that seems better to you,” I offered, in a calm tone.

“Do you want to keep using them?” he asked me seriously.

“Well, it’s the same to me, really. But I thought it would matter to you; we

I just starting, and I don’t

want to put any kind of weight on your shoulders. If you don’t want me to use the injections, tell me. I think that if we’re going to try to have something, we should be honest with each other,

shouldn’t we?”

I looked at him seriously, expectant, and he straightened up a little more before answering:

“I would prefer that you didn’t use them, but it’s your decision, Johanna.”

All right, this was more serious than I had thought.

“Are you sure?” I had to ask.

“Well, as you said, we won’t know if you can conceive until we try, right?” he answered, with a small

smile.

How interesting. He had just arrived, and we were already talking about sex. Promising.

“…Like ‘now“?” I asked, in a low voice.

“I think I can behave until dinner,” he joked, showing me his fangs in a brighter smile. “Although there really isn’t a schedule for these things, if you think about it. Mealtime is when one is hungry, and the others, when one feels like it. Right?”

“No, Alexander, I mean…”

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“I know what you mean, I was joking.” He kissed my forehead and hugged me again, calm. “I’m not saying it has to be now, but if it happens, it won’t be a problem for me. I don’t mind leaving it to chance; however, I understand that you don’t necessarily have to think like I do. That’s why I brought protection. I’ll use it until you decide otherwise, but I would prefer that you not use contraceptives so that, when we truly try, your blood is clean.”

A part of me sighed with great relief when I heard him say that, because for the moment it was going to be the best. He was serious. Very serious, almost too much.

He was already thinking about the possibility of children. He was thinking long–term, and in that future, he was including me. He looked very determined. Was that something natural among his people? I supposed that for them there was nothing better than finding a partner and getting pregnant as soon as possible, but Nika still hadn’t had a baby, and that made me wonder other things and remember the children’s mother. Alexander and Anya were very young when Andre came into their lives; he might have been twenty–one at the time.

“Thank you,” was all I could say, moved.

“Why?” he asked me, with a sarcastic smile.