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“Oh my God, a bed...” she moaned as she headed toward the open gate, unfastening the buttons on her shirt. Terry reached out and claimed her blouse just as she was about to throw it to the floor. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “You must be looking forward to this, too.”
He arched one brow and rumbled low in his chest. Terry stepped close to her and unfastened her bra. She held the fabric to her chest and turned toward him. “Sleep… we are going to sleep.” Kennedy backed up toward the bed until her calves pressed to the linens. When he headed toward her wearing a wicked grin, she giggled.
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Kennedy woke up sprawled across the bed with the weight of Terry’s arm resting on her. She lifted her head and felt the weight and mass of the shape of her heart. In her sleep, the baby had turned them both into bears. What had they done? Why hadn’t he left her, and taken himself to safety outside of the locked cell of the mother’s room? She glanced toward the door and was grateful to see it latched and locked. Fear made her heart thunder. She had to look, but she didn’t want to. What if she had done something awful? Or made a mistake like her mother had.
Trembling, she turned her head and saw her man, completely whole and deeply asleep. When he released a loud snore, joy bloomed in her heart. Stupid, foolish man. He shouldn’t be in here. She pressed her nose into his cheek. His eyes flew open and his hand came up to his face. Terry saw her and smiled. He reached out and ran his hand across her broad head. Kennedy flattened her ears, ready to scold him. She opened her muzzle and stopped. She had absolutely no idea how to express that he was a dumb ass in bear.
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If he laughed at her, she was going to knock him out of the bed. Instead, she gingerly gripped the blankets in her teeth and pulled them off of him, backing herself off of the bed and exposing his naked form. Even in her bear shape, she could appreciate how handsome he was. He grabbed his shirt from a nearby chair and covered himself. She grunted at him and shook her head.
With a sigh, he reached for his pants. Stretching as he yawned, he acted like waking up next to her, as a bear was nothing. Kennedy was disappointed. Wasn’t he supposed to be scared? Lazily, he scratched his side. “Eggs?” he asked. She sank down to the floor and settled her chin on her paws, offering a soft grunt of assent. Eggs sounded good.
Once she was alone and locked in, she closed her eyes and brought her focus to the small life within her. Each time she tried to initiate a sparkle, little bear resisted. Amused, she chose a different tactic. Kennedy imagined eggs, fluffy and piled high on a plate, crisp bacon, endless streams of maple syrup cascading down onto a stack of pancakes that was only possible in one’s imagination. Her stomach growled, and faintly, she felt the smallest glimmer. That’s right, you stubborn little werehampster. If you want the good stuff, we have to change. One after another, she imagined every delicious thing she had ever had for breakfast: cold pizza, ice cream, ripe peaches. The sparkle spread and she and her tiny companion slid into their human shapes together in time for breakfast.