My Baby Daddy wants Me for Christmas

My Baby Daddy says he is a werewolf 1

Aurora

The moment Leon closed the car door behind us, everything fell quiet except Noel’s soft breathing. My son rested against his chest like he had known him forever, his little fingers curled tightly into Leon’s coat as if refusing to let go.

Leon sat beside me instead of taking the passenger seat; his presence filled the space, a little bit overwhelming.

“I can take him now,” I said quickly, reaching out. “You have been carrying him long enough.”

Leon did not budge. He shifted Noel slightly, one large hand supporting his tiny back with a gentleness that made my chest ache. “It is fine,” he said. “He is comfortable with me.”

“But your arms must hurt,” I pressed, needing something to focus on because the way his nearness made it hard to breathe. “You have been holding him since we left the meeting room.”

“No,” he said firmly. “My arms do not hurt, not when it is my son.”

The words slammed into me so hard I forgot how to breathe.

My son.

He said it as if it were the most obvious truth in the universe.

I stared at him, heat rushing to my face, my heartbeat pounding violently. “Leon,” I whispered, “how… how did you even know?” I intentionally asked even though I knew he already figured it out.

Leon turned his head toward me, his blue eyes impossibly tense as if he was scolding me. “Aurora,” he said quietly. “I knew he was my son the second I saw him. I felt, and my wolf felt.”

I blinked.

Then I blinked again because it was the third time that day I had heard about wolves.

“What?” The word escaped me in a shaky whisper. “Your… wolf?”

Leon did not flinch, and he nodded. “Yes,” he said simply as if this were normal. As if he had not just dropped something impossible into my lap. “My wolf recognized him immediately, and then I saw the mark on your neck. The one I left that night has not faded, which means you remained faithful to me.”

I stared at him, my mind spinning so fast I thought I might actually pass out. “Leon,” I said slowly, my voice trembling. “What do you mean, your wolf? What are you talking about? Wolves? Marks? I do not understand any of this. I have heard about wolves at least three times since I arrived here, and I'm not sure what you meant. You have a wolf?”

Leon’s jaw tightened, not in anger but something like regret. “I know you do not understand anything,” he said softly. “It would be hard to explain right now, and I should have told you that night because you deserved the truth.”

He looked down at Noel, his expression softening. “But I knew,” he continued. “I will explain more about that,” his voice dropped even lower. “When were you ever going to tell me?”

“I did not even know who you really were,” I shifted as I whispered. “You did not tell me you were a prince. You did not tell me you had a wolf. You didn't tell me anything, and I left that morning because I panicked. I did not know how to face you after that morning; I did not know how to explain any of it.”

Leon looked at me like I had pulled the ground out from under him. “Aurora,” he said, “if I had known, I would have come for you. I would have come for him and never let you suffer the burden alone.”

My chest tightened painfully as I heard him talking about us, as if we were important people in his world.

Noel shifted in his arms, and for a moment, I thought he was about to cry, but instead, he let out a small contented sigh.

Leon raised his eyes to mine again. “You left that morning,” he said quietly. “But you did not leave alone, you left with a part of me,” he turned to face Noel and the mark on my neck. “My wolf feels so happy that you are back.”