Page 61 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
This is a rite of passage, a coming of age as old as time itself. Watching my son grow is an honor and a privilege, and I am blessed to experience it.
I know this to my marrow, and I feel it inside as I watch him walk about the indoor forest room I created for us here.
It’s private, but not perfect. Still, it’s pretty damn awesome for city dwellers like us.
The atrium’s filled with the scent of blooming jasmine and warm herbs, the enchanted climate perfect for our kind.
This is our sanctuary. Ours.
He moves like instinct is already buried deep inside him.
Curious. Wild. Free.
I prowl behind him, slower, more deliberate—half of me watching Alex, the other half still thinking about Tamare.
Because I can feel it now.
The pull of her. My mate. The one the universe carved for me.
And she’s still here.
Still waiting.
Still mine? I fucking hope so.
I pause near the glass fountain in the center of the space and curl my body around it, resting for a moment as Alex batters a fern with his oversized paws.
Then I look back at the door.
I hear her below us. She’s crying now.
Not sobbing—just quiet tears, she’s trying to hide but I can imagine they’re sliding down her cheeks, and it wrecks me.
Gods help me, I want to go to her. Right now. Naked and raw and real.
But first, I need to make sure my son is ready. So I get up from my resting spot and I show him how to sniff and pick which tree is good for scratching, and which water source is good for drinking.
I’ve set up several inside. Little things that mimic what he’ll find outdoors to teach him to be safe.
After a while, Alex is pooped, and I watch silently as he changes back to my little boy.
And when I return down the stairs with him in my arms, in my human skin again—I panic for a moment, hoping to hell she’s still there.
Because I’m done waiting.
She’s our missing piece.
And my Cougar?
He’s ready to claim her.
My heart thunders in my chest, anxiety riding high as I look around the now dark living room—thank fuck, she’s there.
Tamare is there. On the sofa. A soft throw is draped over her legs.
She must have fallen asleep waiting for us, and suddenly, I can breathe because right now, in this very moment?
Everything in my world feels right.
