Updated Nov 7, 2025 • ~9 min read
Two years later
Briar woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows and Magnus’s hand resting protectively on her swollen belly.
Seven months pregnant, and her husband still couldn’t sleep without touching their baby. Every night, his hand would find its way to her stomach, holding their daughter close even in sleep.
“Morning, sunshine,” Magnus rumbled without opening his eyes.
“How did you know I was awake?”
“Heart rate changed. Breathing shifted.” He finally opened his eyes, dark and warm and full of love. “Plus, our daughter just kicked me in the palm.”
“She’s very active in the mornings.” Briar covered his hand with hers, feeling their baby move beneath. “Takes after her father.”
“Or her mother, who starts working at dawn.” Magnus pushed up on one elbow, looking down at her. “You’re glowing.”
“I’m huge.”
“You’re perfect.” He leaned down to kiss her belly. “Morning, little one. Ready to kick your dad in the ribs some more?”
As if in answer, their daughter delivered a solid thump. Magnus laughed, the sound full of wonder that hadn’t faded even after months of feeling their baby move.
“Coffee?” he offered, kissing Briar properly.
“Please. I need caffeine to face the day.”
“Half-caf,” Magnus warned, already climbing out of bed. “Doctor’s orders.”
“You’re worse than my actual doctor.”
“Someone has to make sure you take care of yourself.” But he was smiling as he pulled on sweatpants. “Stay in bed. I’ll bring it up.”
Briar watched him pad out of the room and felt her heart swell with love so intense it almost hurt. Two years of marriage, and Magnus still treated her like she was precious. Still brought her coffee in bed, still built her things just because he could, still looked at her like she’d hung the moon.
She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, checking her notifications. Her second book—”Building Home: Love After Survival”—had hit the bestseller list last month and was still climbing. Her blog now had over a million followers. And the café, under the management of a lovely woman named Sarah, was thriving even in Briar’s semi-retirement.
A text from Rosie: Reminder: Baby shower this Saturday! Don’t you dare try to cancel.
From Calla: How’s my goddaughter doing? Still tap dancing on your bladder?
From Magnus’s mother: I’m arriving Thursday with approximately 47 boxes of baby things. Don’t argue.
Briar smiled, typing back responses. This life—this full, messy, beautiful life—was more than she’d ever dreamed possible.
Magnus returned with coffee and a plate of her current craving: toast with honey and strawberries.
“You’re spoiling me,” Briar said, accepting both gratefully.
“That’s my job.” Magnus settled back into bed, his hand immediately finding her belly again. “How are you feeling? Any contractions?”
“Braxton Hicks, probably. The midwife said they’re normal.” Briar sipped her coffee. “Stop worrying.”
“I’ll stop worrying when she’s here and healthy and you’re both safe.” Magnus’s protective streak had gone into overdrive since they’d found out Briar was pregnant. “Can’t help it. My bear is convinced something could go wrong at any second.”
“Your bear needs to relax.” But Briar leaned into him. “We’re fine. She’s fine. Everything’s perfect.”
“Everything is perfect,” Magnus agreed, pressing a kiss to her hair.
They spent the morning lazily—Briar working on her blog while Magnus responded to emails about his wilderness guide business. He’d started it last year, leading small groups on mountain expeditions, teaching survival skills, sharing his knowledge of the forest. It had taken off faster than expected, and now he had bookings through next summer.
“Group from Seattle wants to book a week-long trek,” Magnus said, scrolling through his tablet. “But it’s during your due date. I’ll tell them no.”
“Magnus, you can’t turn down business because of maybes.”
“I’m not missing our daughter’s birth for a hiking trip.” His voice was firm. “End of discussion.”
Briar knew better than to argue when he got that stubborn set to his jaw. “Fine. But you’re going to have to start turning fewer things down once she’s here. We need the income.”
“We’re fine on money. Your book royalties alone—”
“Our money. Not my money.” Briar poked his chest. “We’re partners, remember? We build this life together.”
Magnus caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Partners,” he agreed. “Which means I get a say in whether I miss my daughter’s birth. And I say no hiking trips in April.”
“You’re impossible.”
“You married me anyway.”
“Worst decision of my life,” Briar teased.
“Best decision of mine.” Magnus pulled her carefully into his lap, mindful of her belly. “Every single day, best decision.”
They’d been married for eighteen months now—a spring wedding in the clearing near their cabin, with the pack and their families watching. Briar had worn a simple white dress and wildflowers in her hair. Magnus had cried when she walked toward him. And Calla had officiated, making terrible jokes that had everyone laughing through their tears.
It had been perfect.
Their life had been perfect.
Not easy—Briar still had hard days where the old fears crept in. Magnus still had nightmares about the fire sometimes. But they had tools now, therapy and communication and the absolute certainty that they were in this together.
“I need to check on the café,” Briar said, reluctantly extracting herself from Magnus’s arms. “Sarah said she wanted to talk about the spring menu.”
“Video call from the couch,” Magnus insisted. “No driving into town.”
“I’m pregnant, not dying.”
“Humor me.” Magnus was already pulling her toward the living room. “Besides, your feet are swollen. You should be elevating them.”
“You’re worse than Calla.”
“Calla agrees with me. We have a text chain about it.”
Briar laughed, letting him settle her on the couch with pillows and blankets and everything she could possibly need within reach. This—Magnus’s overprotective hovering—should have felt suffocating. Instead, it just felt loved.
The video call with Sarah went well. The café was doing better than ever, and Sarah had great ideas for spring specials. Briar found herself grateful for the hundredth time that she’d found someone she trusted to run the business.
“You’re happy,” Magnus observed after the call ended.
“I am.” Briar looked around their living room—photos on the walls, Magnus’s woodwork everywhere, a half-finished nursery upstairs waiting for their daughter. “Ridiculously happy.”
“Good.” Magnus settled beside her, his hand finding her belly again. Their daughter kicked immediately, and his face lit up with that same wonder. “She knows her dad’s voice.”
“She knows her dad never stops talking to her.”
“I’m bonding.” Magnus leaned down to address Briar’s stomach. “Tell your mom I’m just being a good father.”
Another kick, and they both laughed.
“Two more months,” Briar said softly. “Two more months and she’s here.”
“Two more months until our lives change completely.” Magnus looked simultaneously terrified and excited. “Are we ready?”
“Absolutely not.” Briar took his hand. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.”
“Together,” Magnus echoed, like a prayer.
That afternoon, they walked slowly through the forest—Magnus hovering close enough to catch her if she stumbled, Briar stubbornly insisting she could still hike at seven months pregnant. They ended up at the hot spring, the place they’d first grown close.
“Remember when you asked about the claiming mark?” Briar said, settling carefully onto a rock. “When you explained the whole mate bond thing?”
“You mean when I terrified you with talk of permanent bonds and marking and shifter instincts?” Magnus smiled. “Yeah, I remember.”
“I wasn’t terrified.” Briar touched her claiming mark—still visible, still beautiful after two years. “Okay, maybe a little. But mostly I was fascinated. That there was someone who could love me that intensely and it wouldn’t be toxic.”
“It scared me,” Magnus admitted. “Knowing I felt that strongly about you. Wondering if I’d use the bond the way my father used his.”
“But you didn’t.” Briar pulled him down beside her. “You never did. You gave me space when I needed it, supported me when I struggled, loved me through my fear. That’s what real love looks like.”
“I had a good teacher.” Magnus kissed her softly. “You taught me that love doesn’t have to be control. That devotion can be freeing instead of caging.”
“We taught each other.” Briar leaned her head on his shoulder. “Still teaching each other.”
“Forever,” Magnus agreed.
They sat in comfortable silence, listening to the forest sounds, feeling their daughter move between them. And Briar thought about the journey that had brought them here—from two broken people afraid to let anyone in, to this. A marriage. A baby on the way. A life built on trust and honesty and choosing each other every single day.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“For what?”
“For not giving up. On yourself, on us, on the possibility of happiness.” Briar took his hand. “For being brave enough to let me in.”
“Thank you for staying,” Magnus’s voice was rough with emotion. “For seeing past the broken parts to something worth loving. For building this life with me.”
“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” Briar meant it with her whole heart. “This mountain, this cabin, this life—it’s home. You’re home.”
“You’re my home too.” Magnus pressed a kiss to her hair. “You and our daughter. My whole world in two people.”
As the sun began to set, they made their way back to the cabin—their home, built with their own hands and filled with their love. Tomorrow they’d have responsibilities and plans and a thousand things to do before the baby arrived.
But tonight, they’d just be together.
Briar and Magnus. Sunshine and mountain man. Two people who’d survived the unsurvivable and found healing in each other’s arms.
“Morning, mountain man,” Briar murmured later, settled in bed with Magnus’s arms around her and their daughter safe between them.
“It’s night, sunshine.”
“I’m practicing. For when she wakes us up at three AM every night.”
Magnus laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Fair point. Morning, sunshine.”
“Morning, mountain man.”
And wrapped in warmth and love and the promise of tomorrow, they fell asleep planning a future that would be messy and beautiful and perfectly, wonderfully theirs.
Together.
Always together.
Forever.
THE END
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