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But as I lay in Jaxson’s arms, surrounded by the echoes of our shared laughter, I couldn’t help but hope that our love would conquer all—even the fact I turned into a 350lb bear.

Chapter 13

Jaxson

Ihad just wrapped up with a new client and was adding them to my schedule when Rhys strolled into the office with Emilia cradled in his arms, her chubby fingers clutching a stuffed bunny. His presence was like a breath of fresh air, always brightening the room with his easygoing smile.

“I’m heading into town to run some errands,” Rhys announced, “And I’m taking Emilia with me. We could use a little adventure, right, little one?” He nuzzled her cheek, eliciting a delighted giggle.

I glanced at my laptop. The screen was filled with the work I had planned to tackle today. It was the same routine: wake up, squeeze in a run, and then work from home.

The walls of our house had become my whole world. Since Rhys had come into our lives, I rarely left except for Emilia’s pediatrician visits and my morning runs. He took care of everything.

Rhys must have sensed my hesitation. “If you have time, you should come with us,” he suggested casually, but his eyes held a hopeful glint. “It’ll be good for you to get out.”

I bit my lip, considering his words. It had been too long since I’d ventured beyond our immediate neighborhood. “You know what? You’re right. I could use a change of scenery.”

His face lit up. “Great! Let’s get going then.”

I quickly saved my work, shut down my laptop, and laced up my boots. As I reached for a light jacket, I felt a flicker of excitement. The three of us were heading out to explore the town together.

We bundled Emilia up and stepped outside, the crisp air invigorating. Rhys had parked the car in the driveway, and as we settled in, I felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension stepping out of my comfort zone.

The drive into town was scenic, the rolling hills and expansive skies of our small town reminding me of the beauty of our new town. Emilia cooed happily in her car seat, probably as fascinated with her toys as I was at the passing scenery.

Our first stop was the grocery store. Rhys took charge, maneuvering the cart with one hand while holding Emilia with the other. I followed, still in awe of how seamlessly he had integrated into our lives. He moved with ease, selecting items with the confidence of someone who had done this a thousand times. Which he had since he was the one that had kept us stocked up since the first time he brought groceries over.

I couldn’t help but smile as he playfully introduced Emilia to different fruits and vegetables. “This is an apple,” he said, holding one up for her to inspect. “And this is a banana.” Emilia’s eyes were wide with curiosity, and she reached out to pull everything into her mouth.

“You can’t eat these yet, little one. We must prepare them for you so you won’t choke."

After purchasing a few more non-perishables, we made another stop for a few more essentials from a small local market that was open three times a week.

At each stall, Rhys introduced us proudly. I found myself enjoying the simple interactions, the friendly smiles, and the casual conversations with shopkeepers and shoppers who seemed to all know Rhys by name.

I didn’t realize how much I’d really isolated myself until Rhys came into our lives. It was like a switch had been flipped, and I could finally see a world beyond the four walls of my house.

Rhys picked up everything we needed, and the infuriating man refused to use the card I gave him. Even when I tried to pay, he wouldn’t let anyone take my card. It was a sweet gesture, showing his commitment to taking care of us. But I had to figure out a way to get him to use my money. I was meant to provide and care for my omega, and Rhys brought out that side in me more than ever before.

“Do you know everyone?” I asked as we walked back to the car.

Rhys shrugged with a grin. “My family has lived here for generations,” he replied. “Everyone knows everyone in a small town.”

I wondered when I would get to meet his family, but I didn’t want to push. I figured we would get there in time.

As we stepped outside, this time on Main Street, the crisp mountain air hit me again, invigorating and fresh. The streets of our small Montana town were lined with quaint shops and more friendly faces. Rhys took the lead, pushing Emilia in her stroller, while I walked beside him, taking in the sights and sounds of our community properly for the first time.

Our final stop was a café on Main Street. It was the local bakery, a charming little place with a sign that read “Three Bears Café and Bakery.” The smell of freshly baked yeast bread and pastries wafted through the air, drawing us inside. The bell above the door jingled as we entered, and a woman behind the counter greeted us with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Rhys! And who is this?” she asked, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Emilia.

“This is Emilia,” Rhys said proudly. “And this is Jaxson.”

I extended my hand, and she shook it warmly. “Nice to meet you, Jaxson. I’m Claire.”

“Nice to meet you too, Claire,” I replied. “This place smells amazing.”

“Thank you! What can I get for you today?” she asked.