Chelsea Blanket Novels & Stories

Everyone was quiet. Derek had humbled himself in front of his in-laws – and he didn’t give a damn. All he wanted was to talk to Chelsea alone. Chelsea remained silent as she stared at him. “Five minutes, angel. That’s all I’m asking for. After that, I’ll go if you want me to,” Derek said passionately. “All right. Five minutes,” she said barely above a whisper. The men stood back. “Wait a second, Chelsea,” Constance said as she dipped to the side. As quick as lightening, she reappeared with a white throw blanket. “Put this around you, it’s cold out.”

“If someone vomits on them, I won’t have to worry about designer brands being ruined. That’s the point of scrubs, Chelsea.” She rolled her eyes, and glanced at her girls. “No. Go change. I can’t allow you out of the house looking like some hobo.” I wanted to laugh, but I was too irritated. Instead, I made my way up to Chelsea’s room. If she wanted me to have a certain look, she couldn't object to me borrowing her clothing. I skimmed her closet, and found a blouse that was from a higher end online brand. It was professional and classy. Best of all, it was white. Then I found some light jeans to pair with the shirt, also from a designer brand.

survival instincts. Inside, Chelsea’s voice rose, laced with mock sweetness. “Darian, my love, you cannot climb the bookshelf just because Grandpa Nik gave you a cookie the size of your face. And we do not throw blocks at Mommy’s head.” There was a thud. Then a crash. Then a high-pitched giggle that should not have come from a one-year-old. Ben finally cracked a smile. “You sure he’s not part gremlin?” Chelsea opened the door, hair askew, one sleeve of her shirt covered in blue yogurt, and a stack of foam building blocks clutched under her arm like a riot shield. “Not unless gremlins were born during a blood moon eclipse with Alpha lungs and too much Luna sass.”

Chloé asked, yawning as she wandered in, dragging her security blanket behind her like an adorable Linus. Rohan’s mom made the blankets using some of Rémi’s old clothes after he passed away. She may not have liked the man, but she has accepted the girls as her granddaughters and wanted them always to have something of him. So one side is a patchwork of his shirts while the other is soft, Minky fabric. It’s also a good way to know which twin is which. Chloé’s blanket has morning glory pink, while Célia’s is pale turquoise.

They would give him one chance to face them, to prove he was still Alpha. The Beta exhaled hard and raked a hand through his hair. He had no idea what kind of Jalen would walk through those doors tomorrow—the hollow-eyed drunkard or the strong Alpha he used to be. Far away, in the shadowed corner of a locked chamber, Chelsea hummed softly as she stirred herbs into a shallow bowl of dark water. The scent of ash and clove clung thick to the air, mingling with the musky perfume she wore. Behind her, an older witch with long, silver-streaked braids traced symbols into the floor with chalk.

Without having to ask, Chelsea said, “The glass is tinted. You can see outside, but they can't see what's going on inside. —I was filled with curiosity when I thought about stormy days, because if the moonlight could be appreciated with such intensity, I assumed that lightning would also do its part in lighting... or, also, we have the clarity of the sun... Then my gaze traveled to the walls, realizing that the only place that wasn't white was her bedroom, which was painted a light mint green. A color that I wouldn't expect in a woman, but Chelsea fell out of the mold when she tried to put her in what a regular woman likes… Or what I thought was a normal attitude.

Dinner went as fast as it came, and my babies and I rested on the couch, watching one of our favourite movies well after dark when Tessa gasped as she sat up. "What is it Tessa?" I sat up immediately after her, worried about the crestfallen look on her face. "I left blankie with Dad. He was feeling chilly, so I gave him to cover up, but he took it away." A slight chill ran through me. Blanket, aka Tessa's blankie, was the one thing that haunted me the most. It was a pink blanket she had since she was a baby, but she was so attached to it, that anytime it went missing or was with someone else, it was a very huge problem.

Ava's eyes were fixed on the blanket, her mind flooded with memories. The soft fabric felt familiar against her fingertips, and the pale blue thread embroidered with "Liam Cross" seemed to whisper stories of the past. She recalled the day she'd wrapped Liam in this very blanket, tucked it into the hospital bag with trembling hands, and silently prayed for a miracle. That was six years ago, when she'd left it behind at Damian's townhouse, hoping he'd find it and return to her.

Blake was acting much more affectionate today than he ever had previously, pleasantly surprising me. He found a shady spot by a tree, pulled the blanket out of his backpack, and laid it out on the beach, which was more dirt and rocks than sand. I sat down on the blanket as he stripped himself of his clothes, leaving only his boxer briefs on as before. I had almost forgotten how jacked he was, his pecs prominent on his chest, atop what was really more of an eight-pack than a six-pack, but who could really count when taking in the fine piece of art that was Blake’s body? Goddess, he was hot. I watched the movement of his well-defined muscles as the sun’s rays reflected off his chest and should

I don't know what the board vote result triggered, only that it triggered something, and now the piece has been moved off my board and onto someone else's. At eight-thirty I take Helena upstairs for her morning sleep. I lay her down in the crib and tuck the muslin around her legs and I'm turning to leave when I see it. The blanket is on the far side of the crib. Folded. A small square of pale yellow knit, the kind made for babies, soft-edged and well-washed. I know this blanket. I saw it in the guest wing the morning after Isabelle arrived, spread on the bed beside Mara. I saw Isabelle pick it up when Mara was unsettled and press it against her cheek because the smell of it calmed her down.