Dakota Cassidy - The Accidental Werewolf 2 - Something About Harry

But none of them were enough amateur-psychiatrist-curious to find out. Instead, they all talked about it—together, alone, in various groupings, and then each of them opted to move forward—let go.

They were all also there when Harry, Mimi, Fletcher, and Coconut asked Mara to marry them—at a mini Deep Space Nine gathering with some of Harry’s online friends. There were tears, smiles, laughter, and so much happiness, Mara couldn’t help but cry when they all got on one knee and asked her to be their mommy-wife.

And here they were today, on a gorgeous day in late June, with their family and friends, laughing, smiling, celebrating.

Mara tugged at Harry’s tie. “So I guess this means I’m Mrs. Harry, not Harold, Emmerson now, huh?” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, sighing when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Mrs. Harry for short, don’t you think?” he asked, cupping her to his chest as she watched children in their Sunday best play in the sunshine, Guido and Astrid huddled in a corner sharing a glass of purple punch Mimi herself had created with Aunt Jeannie.

Nina batted at Wanda’s hands, lathering her up with sunscreen, complaining as she did until her mate Greg brought over little baby Charlie and handed her to his wife with a doting grin. Chubby and the spitting image of the dark, beautiful Nina, she swung her up in the air, making baby Charlie melt into a fit of giggles.

Keegan and Marty danced slowly to a song the pack band played on a floor especially made for their wedding spot, their hands entwined, heads together.

Heath, Wanda’s mate, moved through the crowd toward her, grabbing her hand and twirling her in a spin to the dance floor where he dropped kisses on her lips.

Jeannie and Sloan teased and flirted, despite the fact that they were married now, giggling as though they had a secret only they knew about. Archibald chased after children, his aging cheeks red, his belly full of hearty laughter.

And Mara nodded. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Tears stung her eyes—tears of complete peace and happiness. “Mrs. Harry, it is.”

“So, Mrs. Harry, you wanna go and see about making some babies the old-fashioned way? You know, no vitaminwater. Just you, me, and some serious naked.”

“Are you kidding me? If there’s no vitaminwater in the mix—I’m out. Where’s the fun in that?” she teased.

“Well, maybe I can convince you?” he uttered against her lips, running his hand over the swell of her hip.

She sighed into his mouth, bracing her hands on his chest. “Oh, I dunno, Mr. Harry. You’ll have to work hard. So hard.”

And as Nina once more called out the question they’d all grown used to, “Where’s Carl? Has anyone seen Carl?” and as Wanda fussed over Archibald secretly giving the children too many sweets and as Marty yelled at Nina not to rip her dress, Mara decided there was nothing in the world that compared to this.

Harry released her lips and pulled her toward their secret spot, a spot they’d found one night on one of their full moon runs—secluded and hidden. “Hard you say? No worries, honey, I got this,” he teased with a grin, using the familiar phrase they’d made their own.

As Mara followed behind him, his back wide and strong, his hand firm, she prevented him from almost tripping, and listened with satisfaction for his familiar, “I’m okay!”

Giggling and completely forgetting how naughty it was to run out on their wedding reception, she smiled.

Yeah.

They had this.