Jackson (BBW Secret Baby Bear Shifter Romance) (Secret Baby Bears Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Becca Fanning
said. “Don’t be silly. You don’t have to give me your bedroom.”
Jackson shrugged. “I like sleeping on the couch,” he said with a grin. “Makes me feel like I’m still in college. Besides, wouldn’t Max be more comfortable in the bed with you?”
Olivia melted. She couldn’t believe how considerate Jackson was, how kind . She’d never been around anyone so selfless. “I have a feeling if I said no, you’d insist anyway,” she said wryly.
“Yup,” Jackson replied. He winked at her and she felt her heart skip a beat inside of her chest. “I would.” He pointed towards the bedroom. “There’s a private bathroom in there,” he added. “Fresh towels are under the sink. Is there anything you need?”
Olivia shook her head. She was suddenly exhausted, like the energy of the day had caught up with her. She bowed her head and dipped slightly in front of Jackson, then scooped up Max and carried him into the bedroom.
Jackson’s bedroom was beautiful, too. It was decorated in pine and spruce, with a big king-sized bed covered in a fluffy white down duvet. Olivia moaned softly as she sank down into the plush, comfortable mattress. She felt like she could have slept for years.
Max stayed asleep as Olivia washed her makeup off in the bathroom. She stood in front of the bed, awkwardly thinking about what she should sleep in. The bodice of the tulle dress was gripping her sides uncomfortable and Olivia finally tugged it off and tentatively opened the top drawer of Jackson’s bureau. To her immense relief, there was a row of clean white t-shirts inside. She eagerly pulled one over her head and curled up, content and happy in the clean sheets with Max snoring beside her.
In the morning, Olivia opened her eyes. Her mouth felt dry and sticky and she had a massive headache. “Where am I?” She wondered aloud, glancing around the room. Sun was filtering in through the big bay window and the room was much cheerier than it had been the night before. The night before , Olivia thought. It was a realization that hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt instantly ashamed and embarrassed.
“Max?” Olivia pulled the duvet back and checked the bed, but there was no sign of her son. Discontent ripped through her body and turned to panic as she tore the sheets and blankets off the bed, looking for Max. “Max?” She called again, louder this time.
“Max!” Olivia leapt out of bed and raced down the hall. She skidded to a stop in front of the living room and gasped when she heard Max’s giggling. “Max,” Olivia said again, relief evident in her voice. “What are you doing in here?” But as she crept closer, she stopped dead in her tracks. Max and Jackson were sitting on the floor, playing with small wooden cars. Olivia was astounded to watch as Jackson picked up her son with ease and set him on his lap, gently maneuvering the wooden car on the paneled floor.
“Wow,” Olivia said. She walked up, unable to hide the grin.
“You look great,” Jackson said.
Olivia immediately blushed bright red. She’d forgotten that she was only clad in one of Jackson’s t-shirts. The hem of the cotton shirt grazed her mid-thigh but she immediately tugged the shirt down and inched backwards until she was in the hallway. Turning on her heel, she ran breathlessly into Jackson’s bedroom and pulled on yesterday’s dress. Her skin ached at the scratchy tulle, but it was definitely better than being seen practically naked by an almost total stranger.
Except Jackson didn’t feel like a stranger. Not at all. When Olivia rejoined Jackson and Max in the hallway, she noticed that Max looked happy and calm. Jackson didn’t say anything about her embarrassing earlier entrance, and for a moment she was struck watching them play together. Oddly, the physical resemblance between the two was stunning. Max looked exactly like a tiny version of Jackson – they even had the same pinkish
Jackson shrugged. “I like sleeping on the couch,” he said with a grin. “Makes me feel like I’m still in college. Besides, wouldn’t Max be more comfortable in the bed with you?”
Olivia melted. She couldn’t believe how considerate Jackson was, how kind . She’d never been around anyone so selfless. “I have a feeling if I said no, you’d insist anyway,” she said wryly.
“Yup,” Jackson replied. He winked at her and she felt her heart skip a beat inside of her chest. “I would.” He pointed towards the bedroom. “There’s a private bathroom in there,” he added. “Fresh towels are under the sink. Is there anything you need?”
Olivia shook her head. She was suddenly exhausted, like the energy of the day had caught up with her. She bowed her head and dipped slightly in front of Jackson, then scooped up Max and carried him into the bedroom.
Jackson’s bedroom was beautiful, too. It was decorated in pine and spruce, with a big king-sized bed covered in a fluffy white down duvet. Olivia moaned softly as she sank down into the plush, comfortable mattress. She felt like she could have slept for years.
Max stayed asleep as Olivia washed her makeup off in the bathroom. She stood in front of the bed, awkwardly thinking about what she should sleep in. The bodice of the tulle dress was gripping her sides uncomfortable and Olivia finally tugged it off and tentatively opened the top drawer of Jackson’s bureau. To her immense relief, there was a row of clean white t-shirts inside. She eagerly pulled one over her head and curled up, content and happy in the clean sheets with Max snoring beside her.
In the morning, Olivia opened her eyes. Her mouth felt dry and sticky and she had a massive headache. “Where am I?” She wondered aloud, glancing around the room. Sun was filtering in through the big bay window and the room was much cheerier than it had been the night before. The night before , Olivia thought. It was a realization that hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt instantly ashamed and embarrassed.
“Max?” Olivia pulled the duvet back and checked the bed, but there was no sign of her son. Discontent ripped through her body and turned to panic as she tore the sheets and blankets off the bed, looking for Max. “Max?” She called again, louder this time.
“Max!” Olivia leapt out of bed and raced down the hall. She skidded to a stop in front of the living room and gasped when she heard Max’s giggling. “Max,” Olivia said again, relief evident in her voice. “What are you doing in here?” But as she crept closer, she stopped dead in her tracks. Max and Jackson were sitting on the floor, playing with small wooden cars. Olivia was astounded to watch as Jackson picked up her son with ease and set him on his lap, gently maneuvering the wooden car on the paneled floor.
“Wow,” Olivia said. She walked up, unable to hide the grin.
“You look great,” Jackson said.
Olivia immediately blushed bright red. She’d forgotten that she was only clad in one of Jackson’s t-shirts. The hem of the cotton shirt grazed her mid-thigh but she immediately tugged the shirt down and inched backwards until she was in the hallway. Turning on her heel, she ran breathlessly into Jackson’s bedroom and pulled on yesterday’s dress. Her skin ached at the scratchy tulle, but it was definitely better than being seen practically naked by an almost total stranger.
Except Jackson didn’t feel like a stranger. Not at all. When Olivia rejoined Jackson and Max in the hallway, she noticed that Max looked happy and calm. Jackson didn’t say anything about her embarrassing earlier entrance, and for a moment she was struck watching them play together. Oddly, the physical resemblance between the two was stunning. Max looked exactly like a tiny version of Jackson – they even had the same pinkish
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