When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 81 - (R-19)

Chapter 81 – END

“Abella, what are you thinking about?” Carlisle noticed she was lost in thought and frowned, asking irritably.

At the same time, he thrust his c*ck back inside her with force. The sudden, rough intrusion made Abella gasp for breath. Despite this, Carlisle, seemingly upset, continued his aggressive thrusts a few more times.

“Mm, ugh… ah!”

“So, Abella, what were you thinking about? You used to be too overwhelmed to think of anything else when I was inside you… but it seems like you’re getting used to it now?”

“N-no… I was just… thinking about the past…”

“What kind of past thoughts? When I’m with you like this, all I can think about is you. But it seems like you’re thinking about something else?”

The relentless pounding of his hard c*ck left Abella unable to speak. Carlisle’s big hands greedily grabbed her bouncing br**sts as he moved his hips with determination, focused solely on satisfying his desire.

It was as if Carlisle was in heat, relentlessly pushing Abella to her limits. Her p*ssy, stretched wide by his forceful thrusts, trembled helplessly under the pressure.

The more Abella’s inner muscles tightened around him in response to the pleasure, the more Carlisle’s excitement grew.

“Ah, ugh… Carlisle… please, a little gentler…”

“No, if I go gentle, then you’ll start thinking about other things again,” he replied, his breath heavy with desire.

Carlisle grumbled irritably, almost like a rebellious teenager. Despite his complaints, he still glanced around nervously, checking to make sure she wasn’t being hurt.

Clinging tightly to Carlisle’s neck, Abella took shallow breaths and managed to speak with some effort.

“No, mmh, I wasn’t thinking about something else… I was just, ahh, thinking about when we first met…”

Her words made Carlisle’s intense movements pause for a moment. Seizing the opportunity, Abella added a few more words.

“It’s just… seeing the scar on your chest reminded me of that time…”

Abella’s hand wandered over his chest again. Carlisle watched her quietly for a moment before resuming his thrusts.

“Mm, back then… you were so small…”

“And now?”

“You’re too big…”

“Me? Or my c*ck?”

Abella shot him a glare at his crude joke, but Carlisle just laughed and leaned in to kiss her.

“I love you, Abella.”

“Mmh… I love you too, Carlisle.”

Even though she wasn’t in heat, Abella couldn’t get a proper night’s sleep that day. As soon as they finished their bath, Carlisle came after her again, making their efforts to clean up pointless.

After being worn out by Carlisle for what felt like hours, Abella finally managed to fall asleep just as the morning sun began to stream in.

***

Carlisle left the house quietly, carrying a small wooden basket as soon as Abella fell asleep.

He headed deep into the forest, raising the question of why he would go there in the middle of winter when not even herbs could be found.

Finding it difficult to climb the mountain in human form, Carlisle quickly transformed. In an instant, he became a wolf, holding the basket in his mouth as he hurried to his destination.

Limping on his awkward legs for quite a while as he climbed the mountain, Carlisle’s eyes suddenly lit up with excitement when he spotted something.

Looking where his gaze was fixed, there was a thick patch of strawberry bushes. Despite it being winter, the berries were plump and ripe.

Carlisle eagerly ran over and began cutting the strawberries off the stems with his sharp teeth, carefully placing them into the basket. The small wooden basket filled up quickly.

Satisfied with the pile of strawberries, Carlisle smiled with contentment. Then, carrying the now heavy basket in his mouth, he made his way back down the mountain.

It was a peaceful morning, just like any other.

***

As soon as he got home, Carlisle began preparing the strawberries. He carefully washed each one and removed all the stems so they would be easy for Abella to eat.

Abella was still sound asleep.

“Abella, are you still sleeping?” he called softly.

Carlisle carefully made his way to the bedroom to wake her up. Abella only let out a groggy moan, showing no signs of getting up.

“Abella, it’s already well past lunchtime.”

“I’m still sleepy…”

“But it’s time to get up now.”

“Ugh… it’s all your fault…” she mumbled.

Abella forced herself to sit up, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She let out a big yawn and stretched.

Carlisle gently picked her up and carried her to the dining table. He then popped a freshly washed strawberry into her mouth.

“Mmh… it’s delicious,” she murmured.

As Abella slowly chewed, she gradually woke up and suddenly opened her eyes wide, asking,

“What? Strawberries? Where did you get these?”

“I went to the mountains this morning and picked them. I chose the ripest ones I could find… How are they? Do they taste good?” Carlisle replied.

Carlisle’s eyes were full of anticipation. Abella couldn’t help but smile as she nodded.

“Yes, they’re delicious.”

“You mentioned recently that you were craving something tart, so I thought of that and picked these for you,” Carlisle explained.

Abella felt a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over her. The thought of Carlisle climbing the mountain early in the morning, in the dead of winter when there was hardly anything to be found, just to pick strawberries for her, touched her deeply.

“Thank you, Carlisle.”

As she said this, a memory of something Esha had mentioned to her recently suddenly crossed her mind.

“—You know, they say when you’re expecting, you start craving sour things.”

Suddenly, the strawberries that had been going down so easily felt like they were stuck in her throat.

‘No way… it can’t be,’ she thought, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling.

Abella forced a smile and accepted a few more strawberries from Carlisle, trying to push the thought aside.

“How about I make you a strawberry and honey sandwich today?”

“Yes! Please do! That sounds delicious.”

Carlisle beamed as he watched Abella’s eager response, a gentle smile spreading across his face. He couldn’t help but find her adorable like a little bird happily enjoying the treats he prepared for her.

“Shall we build a snowman later?”

“Sounds great! Anything with you, Abella.”

It was an ordinary day, as usual. The snow was piled high around Abella’s cozy house, just like last year, and inside, Abella was busy going about her day, one moment at a time.

Just like last winter, Abella ate strawberries and built a snowman. When she started to feel cold, she went inside, threw a few more logs into the fireplace, and sipped on warm cocoa.

The only difference this time was that Abella, who was once always alone, now had new family members by her side.

“Carlisle, come here! Put on your coat and scarf! You’ll catch a cold if you go out like that.”

“But you’re not wearing much either, Abella.”

“Hmm… but I’m not just going out in a sweater like you were planning to.”

Carlisle fiddled with the scarf Abella had made for him and said,

“Teach me how to knit, too.”

“Hmm? Why knitting all of a sudden?”

“I just… I want to give you a sweater and scarf that I made myself next winter.”Carlisle said with a smile,

“Hehe… I don’t think I’ll be very good at it since kids have short attention spans.”

“No, I can do it if it’s for you, Abella.”

He then fastened all the buttons on Abella’s coat up to her neck with a big smile.

Despite his complaints, Carlisle seemed genuinely excited as he played in the snow outside. He and Abella were happily building a snowman together.

Noticing Abella’s red, cold hands, he gently placed them on his neck to warm them up, making a real effort to help her warm up.

Having made a pretty good snowman, Carlisle came inside and learned how to knit from Abella. She couldn’t help but laugh as she watched him diligently knitting, following her instructions.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked.

“It’s just funny. A wolf knitting!”

“What’s wrong with that?” Carlisle asked, slightly embarrassed.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll find another wolf knitting anywhere on the continent,” Abella replied with a laugh.

Carlisle didn’t realize how amusing it was to see such a big man working with knitting needles. But knowing why he was so devoted to knitting made Abella happy.

The fireplace was crackling warmly, and Abella, leaning against Carlisle, was dozing off, obviously feeling sleepy. Carlisle, watching her, continued to work diligently with his knitting needles.

After quite some time, Carlisle finally finished something and wore a proud smile. Then he looked at Abella, who was still sleeping next to him, and gently kissed her forehead.

“I love you, Abella.”

Abella, still deep in sleep, stirred slightly in response. Without opening her eyes, she mumbled sleepily.

“Mm… I love you too, Carlisle.”

It was hard to tell if she was truly awake or just talking in her sleep. Still, Carlisle couldn’t help but smile broadly.

Even though this winter had been unusually cold and lonely compared to other seasons, it now felt warm and cozy.

Both Abella and Carlisle felt this way.

It was a winter that would never grow cold.

<The End>