The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 150

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Alexander fell silent for a moment and looked around.

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“…Did I ever tell you how he ended up here?” he said inquisitively. I looked at him, urging him to

continue the explanation. I noticed that he was holding his ears very straight over his head, which

gave his expression an attentive and severe air. For less than a second I thought he was going to

talk to me about the incidents in Alaska and how he had escaped and survived with the children in

the snow for two weeks, but it was not so: “I knew exactly where I was going. I had been following

the smoke from your chimney since before the sawmill. We crossed the river by another bridge,

but still… I was heading straight to you. As soon as I knew I would not be able to take another step,

I told Andre to find the house and ask for help, no matter what. The only thing I could think about,

even if I died then, was that the children would be safe. If it had been someone else and not you, who knows what would have happened.”

I slowly scratched his back between the shoulder blades, and after that neither of us said anything

more. I suppose he was thinking about his things as much as I was thinking about mine. Andre stopped in his game for a moment, staring at us. Maybe he had realized that we were closer than

we usually were in his presence, but when I was about to move away from Alexander’s warm

proximity, the boy ran off after his sister, who had just passed behind him and tugged his tail, laughing out loud.

Alexander looked at me at that moment and leaned his head closer.

We would tell them at dinner. It was useless to keep postponing it.

That day, after the walk and the games in the snow, we returned home at sunset.

Andre and Sasha went upstairs after the boy “changed” in the laundry room; they claimed the bathtub to take a hot bath together, and I stayed downstairs in the kitchen, waiting for Alexander to do his thing so I could take out the trash bags. It was ironic how natural it felt to incinerate bags full of hair; Alexander had even given me a few tricks so that when burning, the smoke would not smell so acrid and revealing. Taking advantage of the fact that the children were in the bathtub, he came out of the laundry room with his pants unbuttoned and caught me from behind in a moment

of distraction.

I don’t know if I screamed or not, but Alexander lifted me onto the counter and kissed me. It felt so

good…

“I had been waiting all afternoon for that. It was about time,” I told him with a smile.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, trusting how sensitive Alexander’s ears were to warn us if there would be interruptions soon. I slowly slid my hands over his shoulders while I left small

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kisses on his jaw and delighted in the rough, low sound of his pleased growls, with his hands

squeezing my waist. He buried his nose in my neck, in my hair, and bit me slowly in the curve of my shoulder, stretching the shirt and vest out of his way with eager fingers. I shivered completely under the firm but affectionate pressure of his fangs.

“You smell very good today,” he observed. “The drugs have faded.”

“It must be because I am very, very happy,” I replied, and I truly was happy. “We are together. All of

us.”

“Well, if today we clarify things with the children, I suppose the next step is to take you before the

illustrious presence of my parents,” he joked, showing his fangs in an ironic smile. “Or formally visit

yours, whatever you want. After that, we can talk about where we will live; although I suspect I will

end up yielding to whatever you want.”

“Do you realize that we act like a pair of teenagers?” I laughed and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to press myself closer to him. “You have to take me to your parents and all that, as if I

were a little girl. We are adults.”

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“It is never too late to do things right.”

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Alexander did not say it or imply it in any way, but I felt that it had something to do with Anya. Should I feel proud that he was following protocol with me? He became distracted for a moment, turning his head toward the living room door, and I took advantage of it to gently bite his ear.

“I’d better go upstairs and see how those two are doing, before they make a mess in your bathroom,” he commented.

He looked at me again and kissed me two, three, four times until he finally let me go and left. I heard the subtle creak of the steps under his weight and then the shouting and laughter of the children. I went up to my room to change, and a little while later he returned to the kitchen, intending to look at the recipe book and think about what to prepare for dinner.

After the bath, Andre came to where I was and handed me the wet towels so I could put them in the washing machine. I lifted him onto the counter and smoothed his messy, damp hair while

smiling at him.

The boy looked back at me with quite a serious expression. Usually he laughed a lot when he spent

time with me and talked nonstop. I liked that, because it gave me the serenity of knowing that I

had his trust and affection, but at that moment I did not notice the intense scrutiny to which I was

being subjected by Andre.

I adjusted the hood of his sweater a little and heard him say:

“A little while ago I saw that you and my dad were kissing. Right here.”

I froze stiff as a board and slowly lifted my head to search for his eyes. I was almost afraid to look

at him. At what moment had that happened without me noticing? Did Alexander notice? Had

Andre seen the more innocent kisses, or the others? Heat rushed to my cheeks, and for a moment I almost stopped breathing. I did not know what to answer.

His blue eyes looked very serene, but that could mean an endless number of things, and I…

Was he angry? Jealous?

I could not decipher the expression on his face.

“…Does that mean I can say ‘mom‘ to you now?” he added when I did not speak.

The question caught me as unprepared as his first statement, and after a couple of tense seconds, I pressed my lips together and hugged him tightly. I left a kiss on his cheek while searching within myself for the will to control the trembling of my jaw and tell him:

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“Of course you can, my love. Of course you can!”

“Thank you, Mom,” Andre answered, and hugged me back just as tightly.

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The soft sound of laughter near me and the tapping of restless fingers on my pillow woke me. I

opened my eyes, and there she was.

“Mom, Mom!” she said in that sweet little voice. “I want up!”

I could not help but smile, although I was still drowsy and not quite sure where I was. Sasha was

trying to climb onto the bed frame. Before I could fully react, Alexander’s hand left my waist and

slid out from under the blankets toward her; Sasha grabbed his fingers with a giggle and in one pull

she was up, crawling toward me. Alexander snuggled back against my back, burying his face in my

hair, and stayed still, calm and warm. I opened my arms to receive the girl, and everything was

laughter. She had recently adopted that habit. Alexander did not like it much, for obvious reasons;

both of us were fond of staying in bed late when we could.

But once Sasha was there, it was impossible to deny her anything.

“Am I a hugging toy now?” I joked after a while, because I felt sandwiched between the two of

them.

“Do you want to become a biting toy?” Alexander’s voice sounded low and vibrating in my ear, sending a shiver of delight through me.

“No, let’s leave it like that. I have enough.”

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