Large Thick Blanket Novels & Stories

"For the twins. And for you." He began unpacking the bags with careful movements. The first item was a pair of impossibly small, hand-knitted blankets—one blue with silver threads, the other a soft grey. "These are from a small village in Switzerland," he explained, placing them on the bed for me to touch. "The silver threads are actually real silver, woven with cashmere. They say they bring protection to newborns." The blankets were exquisite, unlike anything I'd ever seen. "They're beautiful," I whispered, running my fingers over the delicate fabric.

He tossed the shirt to me. It was thick, woven from some coarse, dark material, retaining the warmth of his body. I fumbled it, catching it clumsily against my chest. The scent of him, clean and earthy, filled my nostrils. I pulled it on, slipping my arms through the sleeves. The fabric was rough but comforting, instantly warding off the biting cold. It was enormous on me, swallowing my small frame whole, reaching well past my knees. It felt like wearing a thick, warm blanket.

He was carrying a deck blanket, which he proceeded to stretch over their laps. "It's cold out here," he said with a sloppy grin on his face, "We wouldn't want to catch our death's of cold, would we?" "Cold?" Abegail said with surprise. "It's not cold. I'm sweating. It's hot." "And likely to get much hotter, my dear," Kolester said, as he reached for Abegail's hand under the blanket and brought it to his crotch, showing her how much he wanted her.

"And we brought reinforcements. Knox insisted on the sugar, and Dmitri—well, I think he bought the whole baby aisle at the store." ​Dmitri stepped forward, his massive frame making the small room feel like a closet. He cleared his throat, his gaze flicking toward the bassinet with a look of extreme reverence. He held out the blanket. "It is soft. I checked. Five times." ​Mila laughed, her eyes filling with happy tears. "Thank you, Dmitri. It’s beautiful."

I already unpacked my toothbrush and makeup this morning when I was getting ready for my meeting. The last thing to be put away was the most important item in my bag. It was my mom’s blanket. It was Light gray in color with patterns of white lilies covering it. It was a light blanket, not too thick. It still smelled like my mother. I pitched the blanket in a way that it would flatten out. Smiling at how it complemented the blanket already on my bed. I am lucky I got away with that blanket. I don’t think Alpha Thane knew about it, if he did, he didn’t say anything. I packed it along with my clothes wanting to have a piece of my home with me when Alpha Thane took me.

I wished those statues were her. Two more weeks passed by as I learned another dance, was able to fully recite all the Zargan Provinces and list the Zargan sections that all the campaigns had been broken up into. I had been staying up late to study and continually went over the things that were outlined for me to learn. I was also trying to make sure that I took time to relax while still working on our blanket. Conor would come help me every now and then and we had enough squares done for a small blanket. We agreed that this blanket would be done for our first child. Conor ordered a lime green backing material with matching edging. I still had plenty of the insulation batting and was going t

He was like a giant in one of those plastic playhouses he was forever seeing in the human's yards in Wyoming in the twenty-first century. A piece of cloth abruptly hit him in the chest. Before he could even exclaim in surprise, Ulfhild's sharp voice commanded him, "Use that to cover yourself…if you're cold." He looked at the fabric he clutched in his hand and frowned. It was a finely woven blanket, barely large enough for him to drape across his shoulders. He rolled his eyes as he did so, never understanding why the humans were so bothered by nudity. He had on pants!