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0165: House Warming

Author: FlyingDove
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KAREN’S POV

By evening, the whole place glowed. The fairy lights—after some cursing and at least one electric shock—finally worked. The table was covered in homemade treats, fresh fruit, savory snacks, and a punch bowl that smelled suspiciously spiked. A fire crackled in the backyard, chairs arranged in circles, ready for stories, singing, and laughter.

Guests started arriving as the sun dipped low, casting gold through our windows. Pack members brought housewarming gifts—handmade rugs, flower arrangements, carved wooden frames. Everyone hugged, laughed, and filled the house with energy so full of life, I almost couldn’t believe it was mine.

Ours.

I stood at the entrance with Jackson’s arm around me, watching as people we loved walked into the home we built together.

Laila leaned close and whispered, “So… when are we planning the baby shower?”

I choked on my punch.

“LAILA!”

She just grinned and wiggled her brows. “What? A girl can dream.”

Sarah laughed so hard she nearly dropped a pla
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