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“Looks cozy. Think he’ll go down for a little nap before I prepare dinner for all of us?” Fennec asked.

I looked down at Balto and shrugged. “Hopefully.”

Fen chuckled and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then nodded toward the front door of our cabin.

It turned out to be a fairly big one, with two decent sized bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room area, and a bathroom.

We turned the second bedroom into Balto’s room with all his bones and toys in it, and now we could finally put his big boy bed in there so he wouldn’t have to sleep in bed with us anymore.

It was already crowded, and he had still a few inches to grow.

I turned and headed inside with Balto on one arm, carrying his bed with my other hand.

Once I set both down, he immediately inspected his new bed and sat down on it as if to tell me he was ready to take a nap.

I had played with him all day, throwing his beloved tennis ball for him to fetch.

I knelt next to him and put his favorite stuffed animal onto his bed, then I scratched the spot behind his ear and gave him a kiss. “Sleep tight, sleepyhead. I’ll wake you for dinner,” I told him, then I left the room and closed the door without him worrying or howling at me for leaving him alone.

“I hope he’ll stay this calm when he gets older. Like Sitka. She was a very good dog,” Fennec said as he put the hares and squirrels onto the table in the kitchen.

“I’m sure he will. He’s already well behaved, expect when he chews on my boots.”

“Guess he likes them,” Fen said, reaching for my hand and pulling me closer to him.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, running my hands into his hair which had grown longer in the past year.

I cut a few inches months ago, but they grew back quickly, which didn’t bother me.

I loved his hair long. Made him look more handsome than he already was.

“Have you been doing okay today?” he asked, caressing my back and slowly walking backward toward our bedroom.

“I’ve been great. You?”

Checking in on each other’s mental health had become a habit, and whenever there was something wrong, we talked about it and tried to help each other out the best we could.

Taking Mrs. Irvine’s medication was slowly starting to become an eventuality, and although we took it regularly when we first came here, we didn’t feel the need to take it daily.

We were getting better, and our changes showed every day.

“I’ve been great,” he repeated my words, smiling and letting me down onto the bed as I hit the side of it with the back of my legs.

He leaned over me, pushing my legs apart and positioning himself between them comfortably, with his right elbow propped up next to my head.

“I missed you,” he whispered, brushing his nose against mine.

“I missed you too,” I replied, placing both hands on his sweater and pulling at it gently, hinting for him to take it off.

Once he did, he kissed my lips and cupped my jaw with his left hand, pushing his crotch against mine.

He deepened the kiss by tilting my head to the side and brushing his tongue against my bottom lip.

After opening up to him, I let him have full control over the kiss, feeling his tongue move around mine and play with each other, making my pussy clench and the heat rise.

I moaned when I felt his hardness press against me, and I started to circle my hips to feel more of him.

He moved his hand from my jaw down to my hip, pushing my sweater up and caressing my belly before pushing his hand into my pants.

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