Page 58 of Bigfoot Boss
“Next week, is the Summer Solstice. The longest day of the year. My grandma Mimi hosts big get-togethers, where the Bigfoots come together and celebrate the solstice.” I explain. “It’s a bit like a barbecue. In the woods. There’s music, and games, and lots and lots of food.”
“Your grandma?” Bay asks slowly.
“She’s not exactly my grandmother, more like a matriarch for the whole Bigfoot family.”
“You want me to meet your whole family?” Bay’s eyes get wide.
“My parents will be there, they already asked about seeing you again.”
“So you want me to save face with your parents?” She almost seems to relax at the idea.
I take a deep breath, “My parents love you, but it’s me that wants you there. I am inviting you, for myself.”
“Oh, okay. The whole family, all at once. Alright. I think, I might need to double check my schedule—” Her words speed up as her mouth catches up with her nerves.
My stomach sinks a little. “It’s okay, Beast. If you aren’t ready then we can wait. Mimi hosts another party at Autumn Equinox, or Winter Solstice, or even next Summer.”
“You’d want me there next year?” She swallows, I cannot read the expression on her face. I flip the final pancake onto a plate, slide it across the kitchen island to her.
“Yes. Bailey. I do.”
“Right.” Her eyes fall on the plate in front of her, but she slips a hand across the cool stone counter and takes my hand, squeezing it encouragingly. “Yeah, I’d love to meet more of your family.”
My chest feels tight at her touch. I tug her hand up to my mouth and press a kiss against my mate’s fingers.
“Thank you, my Beast.”
33
COULD ANYONE HEAR US
Bailey
Sacha inundates me daily with photos of Rhapsody, claiming that she is the cutest cat in the world. He’s adorable with her, even leaving work at a reasonable hour to be sure she is fed and taken care of.
I’m sex sore nearly everyday because it’s impossible to keep away from him at night. Sometimes we even fool around in his office, banging quietly and illicitly makes it even hotter. He is sweet and genuine and really talented with his tongue. When Sunday rolls around I’m almost not even nervous about meeting his whole family. Almost.
Sacha drives us in a large white SUV with leather interiors that probably cost more than the house I grew up in. It doesn’t have any trouble climbing the steep mountain roads to the end of a dirt path. We still have a twenty minute hike into the deep forest to the location where the Bigfoots have their Solstice celebration.
My chest is full of buzzing nerves as we approach, I slip my hand into Sacha’s and squeeze it for comfort. The party is in full swing when we walk up. The weather is perfect for this, Bigfootsare everywhere. It seems like every kind of outdoor sport is represented; frisbee, soccer, dodgeball, kickball, everything. All played by large, mostly naked, Bigfoots. Hair flies everywhere. Dicks and breast flop freely in the sun. It seems awkward to me, but none of the other guests seem to even care.
I almost feel overdressed in my yellow sundress and white sneakers. I’m not quite ready to show off my body the way these Bigfoots do.
“You look perfect.” Sacha assures me when I ask if my outfit is appropriate. He wears a shirt and shorts in line with human ideals of modesty. I hope he isn’t doing it on my account.
There’s a row of tables, piled high with food. Every type of meat imaginable, some of it even cooked enough for human consumption.
Sacha’s parents pounce on us as soon as we appear. It's really nice to see them again, they are just as welcoming as the first time I met them. Yvette immediately envelops me in an intense hug. Abe is pleased to tell me about the deer that he’s smoked to perfection for the party, immediately launching into a story about finding the perfect white oak to chop down and cook with. It’s charming.
Despite Sacha’s assurances that my presence wouldn’t be noticed, other guests seem immediately aware I’m a newcomer, and many take it upon themselves to perform their introductions. It turns out Bigfoots come in a bunch of different shapes, sizes, and colors. Some are a bit scarier or more pungent than others, but I’m surprised to discover the party isn’t entirely Bigfoots.
“There are a lot more humans here than I expected.” I say as we pick in a shady spot to eat.
A few trees away sits a large human man, with muscles so well defined I can count the veins in his arms, his legs intertwined with the even larger legs of a Bigfoot. They laughand feed each other fruit. Several humans intermix with the other groups of Bigfoots, along with sprinklings of other cryptid species.
“Plenty of Bigfoot have mated with humans. Particularly since the Decrypting.” Sacha kicks a couple rocks out of the way before he spreads a large picnic blanket over the grass. “There’s room for all kinds here.”
“There are so many of you. Are all of you actually related?” I ask as we settle in.
