My Baby Daddy wants Me for Christmas

My Baby Daddy says he is a Werewolf 2

Aurora

I swallowed hard because I had no idea what to do with that kind of truth.

And now I also had no idea what he meant by wolves or marks or what else he had left unsaid, but one thing was painfully clear.

Leon was claiming us, claiming a future I was not sure I was ready for.

“What is his name?” he asked. “I have been waiting to ask you since the meeting.”

I blinked at the sudden shift in conversation, and my gaze dropped to Noel, who was now awake and staring at Leon with wide, trusting eyes, his small fingers clutching Leon’s coat.

“Noel,” I murmured. “His name is Noel.”

Leon’s expression warmed instantly as if the name was the best in the world. It was the softest I had ever seen him. “Noel,” he repeated in a low, reverent voice. “It is a beautiful name.”

I smiled.

He brushed a finger over Noel’s tiny arm with a gentleness that made my heart twist. “He suits it.”

I forced myself to breathe, to keep my voice steady even though nothing inside me felt steady at all. “So, let us go back to what you were saying,” I said. “You said you have a wolf, and you mentioned marks. What does that even mean?”

Leon looked at me like he was choosing his words carefully. “It means I am a werewolf. Half human, half wolf, and marks are like an imprint, a claim given to one’s true mate. A werewolf only has one true mate, one destined partner, and one person chosen for them by the moon goddess. You cannot replace them, nor can you forget them. If you walk away from them or reject them, you will definitely feel it in your bones, and it might break you as a werewolf.”

I stared at him, then let out a short, shaky laugh. “Leon, please stop. Mates? Destined partners? You are making it sound like some fantasy novel. This is ridiculous.”

“It is not ridiculous,” he replied calmly. “It is real.”

I laughed again, even though there was panic rising in my chest. “Leon, werewolves do not exist. You cannot expect me to believe something like that just because you blurt it. They only exist in books and movies.”

His eyes held mine unwaveringly. “You do not have to believe it yet,” he told me. “But it is still the truth.”

My mouth went dry. Could he be telling the truth? Do werewolves truly exist? I heaved a deep sigh and looked away because looking at him made everything feel too intense and overwhelming. “I still do not understand,” I whispered.

“I know,” he said softly. “And I will explain it, every part of it. But not while you are still terrified.”

He shifted Noel a little, cradling him with one arm like he had been doing it for years. “By the way, how have you been?” he asked gently.

“Fine,” I answered too quickly, the word coming out sharp and defensive. “I have been fine.”

He stared at me, clearly not believing a single syllable, but he did not push it. Instead, he said, “You want me to pretend we are strangers who just happened to meet again in a random city.”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “Exactly.”

Leon’s jaw tightened, and he squeezed his face in a frown. “Aurora,” he said slowly. “How can I pretend when fate brought you back to me? When did fate bring my son to me? How am I supposed to ignore that?”

My chest tightened painfully at his words. I turned my face towards the window because I could not meet his eyes. Because I did not know how to handle any of this, and because we were meeting again in almost a year.

We were practically strangers.

But a part of me, a tiny, traitorous part, wondered if he was right.

If fate had truly dragged us back to the same place again, but I was not yet ready to face it, and I definitely was not prepared to face a world where werewolves and mates were real.

By the time we pulled up in front of the little wooden cabin, the sky had already shifted into a deep frosted blue. Warm lights glowed from inside, and the gentle scent of pine floated through the cold air as Leon opened my door and guided me out.

I did not want him to, but he held Noel so naturally that arguing felt pointless.

“This is it,” he said quietly. “Rina arranged this place for you. I hope you will like it.”

“It is nice,” I murmured, hugging my coat tighter around me. His driver helped with my suitcases and bag into the cabin. “Thank you,” I muttered as he dropped the final bag, then I walked inside the doorway.

The place was of average size but beautifully set up, with a long brown couch, a Christmas tree in one corner, and Christmas lights carefully wrapped along the beams. There was a soft, red rug at the center, and in front of it was a little fireplace, waiting to be lit.

It was more than I expected, too much maybe.

Leon stepped in behind me, lowering his voice. “Aurora, before you settle in… I want us to talk, privately.”

I stiffened immediately. “Leon, I cannot right now as I am tired,” I warned. “I am jet-lagged. My head is pounding and I just… I need rest to prepare for tomorrow,” I said, stretching my arms toward Noel, ready to take him back before I said something I could not take back. “Give him to me, please.”

He hesitated at first, not because he didn't want to hand him over, but because he wasn't finished with whatever he wanted to say. Still, he shifted Noel carefully into my arms, his warmth and cologne seeping into me like fresh air.

“This conversation is not over,” he said finally, stepping back but not stepping away. His voice dropped lower, more certain than before. “We will talk, Aurora. You and I will talk about everything, and this time…” he paused and smiled. “You are not running from me again.”

I swallowed, tightening my hold on Noel, but did not say anything.

He moved toward the door, pausing only once more. “I am happy you are back,” he smiled again. “And this time, Aurora, I am not letting you slip away from me again.”