Pine: 2P Canada and Pregnant Reader:
Cold tickled your nose and you shifted under the comforter. Your hand swept by where your husband slept, bumping into his pillow. "Matt?" you mumbled.
"I'm right here," he said. You slowly opened an eye. He hovered over you with a cup of coffee in his favorite mug with the saying, "Hunting Season is the Best Season" on it.
"Help," you whimpered. Matt chuckled and set his mug down.
"Here we go," he mumbled, hooking his arms under yours. With an "umph" he helped you off the bed. You stumbled forward. "Timber," he mumbled.
You glared, "Not a good time." You went off to the bathroom and Matt disappeared back to the kitchen.
You examined your extremely swollen belly in the mirror and moaned; it would be any day now. You pulled on sweat pants and an oversized sweater. You were surprised they even made sweaters that big.
You went out to the kitchen where your husband stood, a smirk on his face. As he sipped his coffee, he watched his wolf, Kuma, romp around the yard and chase after squirrels.
"Honey, I need your help," you said, holding up your fuzzy socks and heavy boots.
He was still in his flannel bathrobe and his strawberry blonde hair was down. He ran a hand through the silky locks and yawned. "Okay, let me get dressed."
While you waited you made a piece of toast and got a sausage link out of the fridge. You opened the patio door, whistled, and called "Kuma!" He came bounding toward you and you threw the sausage link to him. He jumped, caught it in mid-air and tore it to shreds.
You were fascinated as you watched as he tore it to shreds and ran bounding through the snow, collecting the bits and pieces. It gave Matt the chance to sneak up and wrap his arms around you, as far as they could reach anyway, "Boo!"
"Matt," you squealed, he covered your neck with kisses and poked your belly.
"Are you being nice to my wife, little man?" he asked.
You giggled, "He's been kicking a bit more," you said.
Matt smirked, "Good," he said, kissing your cheek and grabbing the keys off the hook. "Let's go," he said.
Now all bundled up, he helped you into his red pick-up. The two of you drove down to the pine tree farm to pick out a tree. After a few minutes of walking, your belly started to hurt and you had to stop. You reassured Matt you were fine and you finally found the perfect tree. It had a beautiful cone shape and you could smell it from a few feet away. Your house would probably be filled with the fresh pine scent.
You waited in the pick-up, the warmer turned up full blast, as Matt loaded the tree into the back.
When you got back to the house, you made coffee with maple syrup while he set up the tree.
"Thanks," he said taking the warm mug from you as he stood back to admire the tree. "Now we just need to decorate it."
You and Matt carried boxes of Ornaments and other decorations up from the basement, decorating the pine with blinking Christmas lights, and red bulbs. You would've done a popcorn string if Matt hadn't eaten most of it.
Now it was much later in the day. The house was neatly decorated with a few Christmas candles, wreaths, and plaid flannel (Matt's idea). The two of you sat in front of a roaring fire, holding mugs of hot chocolate with tiny marsh mellows, watching the fire lick the walls of the chimney as stockings hung with care.
You gasped when you felt an extremely smart kick. Matt smiled and carefully rested his head against your swollen belly. "I can't wait until we can celebrate Christmas with this little guy," he whispered running a hand over the bump.
"Matt!" you cried, "I don't think you'll wait long!" your pants now wet and an icy pain shooting through you.
"Holy Moose Maple," he cursed as he took the mugs, set them down, and helped you off the couch.