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And fixing the storage of our belongings. The pillow we use is an inflatable so that when not in use, it can be easily put in the bag. And the blanket we also use was inflatable as well. But it’s just so thin that it looks like a blanket. We were all inside this tent, and the three of us were already lying down. Tonette and I were on either side, and Dralia was between the two of us. “Tomorrow, we’ll walk early so we can walk for a longer time.” Speaking of which. But I got no answer.

“I got about a week’s worth?” “That’s perfect,” I said, clearing my throat. “There’s a crochet blanket in her crib—the blue one that Chelsea made. And her books are on the shelf.” He nodded and disappeared back into the nursery. I heard him moving around, the soft thud of books being stacked, and I tried to focus on my packing. Underwear, bras, socks.

Even though her words were dishonest, her hands and eyes lingered longingly on the blanket. “Oden’s father, tell the children.” She turned to ask John to talk the kids out of their plan… this was too pricey for their humble existence. John had a silly grin. He now understood what they meant before. Oden’s lips curled up as he saw through the farce. The blanket had his mom’s and dad’s name embroidered on it. “This is so soft…” Anne-Marie touched it fondly “So warm…” Joan and Emma edged closer to touch… their eyes widened… even their mistress didn’t have one of these.

A wool blanket that smells like dust and old smoke. I tear another strip from the curtain and wrap it around myself, knotting the fabric at one shoulder and cinching it at the waist with twine. The result looks somewhere between survival gear and a very questionable woodland kimono. Aiden studies it briefly. "It works." "It's not a fashion show." His mouth twitches slightly. He's still barefoot. Still bare-chested. Tattoos curl across his arms, chest, and throat like something carved into him instead of inked there.

He pauses for a moment and then adds, “Oh, yeah, you’re supposed to wear your emergency pouches at all times, too.” I dig into my pack and retrieve the small, belted waterproof pouch each of us was issued last night. Inside is a compass, a lighter, some bandages, antiseptic cream, a small flashlight, some sturdy twine and few other items. There’s an ultra-light rain poncho that folds up into a four inch square thinner than a deck of cards, and a “Space Age” blanket that takes up just as little room. The blanket is fashioned out of some kind of flexible foil that’s supposed to keep us warmer than a wool blanket—from what we’ve been told, the central coast of California gets a whole lot colder

The window was decorated with tiny furniture, stuffed animals, and in the center, a pile of knitted blankets in soft colors. My eyes locked onto one in particular. It was light blue, almost grey, with a texture so soft it seemed to beg to be touched. It had little white stars embroidered in the corners. *Her baby.* The image came without warning: Alice, sitting on the cabin bed, with that small swell in her belly, holding a blanket like that. An image of peace. Of future. Before my reason could intervene—"Marco, what the hell are you thinking?"—I was already parking the truck.

“Will the edging and backing be here tonight or tomorrow? I want to finish that baby quilt so I can start on the second one.” “Yeah. The lady in the fabric shop sent a message to Clay saying she would have it delivered tomorrow afternoon, Kay.” Conor said as we sat down. “How many blankets do you want the baby to have?” “I think three blankets would be a good start.” I replied as I mentally plotted the next two I was going to make. Maybe I will have more yellows and oranges in the next one. “Can we order some type of chest or trunk to store them in?”

Sleeping under a weighted blanket was indeed worth all the hype! ‘Wait… Aris doesn’t own a weighted blanket!’ Noah’s hazy mind slowly cleared at that thought. His eyes snapped open, and then, a moment later, shut again in fright. ‘Calm down, calm down.’ Noah chanted internally, ‘There is nothing to be flustered about! Your brother-in-law is just using you like a body-pillow in his sleep!’ Blackie snickered, ‘Using you as a body pillow? Oh. Is that what we are calling this 1000%-too-intimate embrace?’

A slight nod came from him as he looked back onto the road. “Thank you,” I whisper, but so light I'm not sure they heard me. “Alright, Elana, in case he isn't a foreseer, I need you to have a blanket to wrap him up in. I don't want the boy to get sick.” Searching around, I checked under the bench Derek and I were on. I felt a duffel bag and pulled it up to see the extra clothes Nathan carried around in case he needs to shift. Digging into it, I pulled out a small dark green blanket he has tucked in the bottom. “Okay, ready.”

He smiles as Michael holds his hand and leads him over to the blanket that he has laid out. As they approach the blanket, Noah can see several pillows sitting off to one side, that he knows are specifically for him. He didn't miss the little bouquet of flowers laying next to the pillows that were meant for him as well. He smiles then looks up at his Alpha, then back at the blanket, and couldn't help but wonder what yummy food might be inside the basket.