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Druscilla
I did turn in my thesis as I had it written, recognizing that it reflected my knowledge at that time. Then I wrote my book. The former put the “doctor” in front of my name, but the latter put my words in front of the public. I only agreed to the publishing contract because it guaranteed my—our—privacy. No running from place to place on publicity tours or paparazzi buzzing around our home. Nobody could even know who we were.
We’d allowed a representative of the publisher to visit us to independently verify the basis for my book, up to and including taking a photo of me with the guys in the woods at a distance that, as in my photos for the book, also maintained our privacy. In truth, none of them were much better than those that had graced tabloids and reality shows, but having someone who knew them made it so much better. Or so all the reviews said.
One of the best parts was that I was able to completely turn down all the positions offered me for the time being. Not that I might not teach someday in the future, but with the advance for my book giving the guys the down payment to purchase the resort where they’d been working as brute force labor, and the royalties beginning to pour in, I didn’t need a job. Rather, I had another type of job profile in mind.
With Bigfoots confirmed as real, I decided to research another of the mythical creatures that rumor had it still lived in remote areas of the Himalayas. The Yeti possibly. My former student had left off her research to get married, something I could certainly appreciate. But the idea of the research had me excited. I’d get started on that online and maybe plan to go in few years. When the baby was older. I rubbed my rounded belly where the baby currently resided. I’d never seen myself as a mom, but the moment I found out I was pregnant, I knew stay-at-home-online-researching mom was my new title. And, of course, I was helping out at the resort. Academia was just going to have to do without me for the near future because I was just too happy living on a mountainside with the two hottest “unique shifters” in the world.
All those years I thought I was hunting for a peek at my childhood experience had been Fate leading me toward my mates. Lots of people thought only shifters were blessed in this way by Fate, but they were so wrong.
“Come on, mate.” Orion stood in the doorway. “We’re not going to have many more nights to camp under the stars.”
I picked up the light pack that was the only thing they let me carry and started for the door. “We can always stay in the van.” They’d surprised me on my birthday by having my old van completely redone with every bell and whistle they saw on the #vanlife YouTube videos, and once it got too cold, we’d be able to camp in it—still technically under the stars since they’d put a skylight right over our bed. “This baby had better love the great outdoors.”
Koa appeared behind Orion. “They will. Bigfoot genes are strong and wild.”
What a great way to describe my loves. Strong and wild. And kind and loving and considerate. And mine.
