Page 33 of Beast's Wife

She gasped, which drew his attention, and she covered her mouth. “I’m so sorry.”

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about,” he said. “Come and meet your puppy.”

“Mine?”

“Yes, all yours. I’ve heard it is good to put the collar on her quite soon so she can get used to it.”

Morgan stepped forward and reached for the little pup. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“It’s a girl.”

“Oh, my,” she said, as Carver placed the little girl in her arms. She was so tiny, but the little pup settled with her just as she had with Carver. “She’s mine?”

“Yes.”

She felt this overwhelming sense of love, not just for the little pup in her arms, but also for the man who had just given her this most precious gift.

“I don’t … I have no words.”

“You like your gift?” he asked.

“I love her. I love her so much.”

“That is all I need.”

Carver kissed the top of her head, and then took the collar out of her grip. The pup didn’t wriggle or fight as he slid the tiny collar around her neck, checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

“Perfect,” he said.

“What should we call her?” Morgan asked.

“What would you like to call her?”

“My precious,” she said.

Carver smiled. “You can call her Precious.”

The little pup did a cute little doggie yawn, paws outstretched, and opened her small eyes.

“What should we name you?” she asked, kissing the top of the little pup’s head. She looked into her tiny dog’s eyes, and then it came to her. “Roxy,” she said. “That’s her name.”

“Roxy?” Carver asked.

“Yep.”

“Don’t you think that is a little … strong of a name. I feel like a Rottweiler would have that name.”

Morgan laughed. “This is perfect because beneath her weak-looking exterior there is a Roxy there. A Rottweiler in disguise.” She kissed the top of Roxy’s head and knew it was perfect.

“Then Roxy it is. Hello, Roxy,” Carver said.

He was so sweet with her. He reached out to stroke her paw and was so gentle with her. Morgan fell a little more in love with this beast of a man.

“Come on, it’s time for you to get some breakfast,” he said.

He put his hands on her shoulders and walked her toward the breakfast table. She sat down, expecting Carver to take his usual position, but he took several steps away. When he returned, she saw why. In his hands were a tiny dog bed, a few toys, and some blankets.

“This is to get you started,” he said.