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OK. Last one, I promise. This time from Diefenbaker's point of view!
Enjoy. 

  

  SLEEPING BEAUTY III by Callie 

It was a cold December afternoon and Diefenbaker lay under the coffee
table, his eyes closed. The wolf was happy and content; he and his pack
mates had just returned from their usual Sunday afternoon walk in the
park. The park had been deserted, the heavy fall of snow on the night
before keeping the inhabitants of Chicago in their homes in front of their
fires. The snow had gleamed in the fading light reminding the wolf of his
true home. 

Diefenbaker had barked happily at the thought rolling playfully in the
snow, despite the fact that Fraser had scolded him for being silly. Their
newest blonde pack mate had just laughed throwing a snowball at the
serious Mountie. Diefenbaker curled up his lips at the memory; the three
of them had then spent the next half an hour playing in the snow together.
They had returned home slightly damp, cold, but deliriously happy. 

After they had eaten dinner, the wolf had retired to his favourite place -
under the coffee table. Diefenbaker stretched yawning lazily; he was happy
living here with Fraser and Ray. The apartment, although small, was always
warm, cosy and seemed to be filled with love. The love seemed to bounce
off the walls, sometimes making his head spin. But Diefenbaker wouldn't
have it any other way; he loved Fraser and Ray, and he knew they loved him
as much as they loved one another. The three of them were family, swearing
to protect and cherish each other come what may. 

The wolf knew all about love and pain. He had loved Maggie, had even
fathered her puppies, but in the end she had moved away with her owners,
leaving him alone and miserable. Diefenbaker could still picture Maggie's
beautiful face; sighing at the memory he lay his nose on his paws.  

The wolf reluctantly tore himself away from his sad memories. Opening his
eyes he looked up at his pack mates; Fraser and Ray were cuddled together
on the couch happy in each other's company and love. He felt better
knowing that both Fraser and Ray understood how he felt sometimes, both
having been hurt and wounded in the past by the fairer sex. 

Diefenbaker cocked his head to one side studying his pack mates; he had
never seen Fraser looking happier than he did now, one strong arm around
Ray holding the slender man close to his chest, his fingers absently
running up and down Ray's thin arm. Ray, his eyes closed in contentment,
had his blonde head resting on Fraser's shoulder listening quietly as
Fraser read to him. Diefenbaker watched the Mountie's mouth move for a
while trying to work out what story he was telling.  

Diefenbaker couldn't help grinning to himself; Fraser was reading the
story of Sleeping Beauty. "Now who would have thought that," he mused to
himself as he closed his eyes once again deciding that Ray was a good
influence on the shy and reserved Mountie. 

Diefenbaker was startled out of his sleep by the blare of a horn from the
street. The apartment was in darkness, and his pack mates were no longer
on the couch. He crawled out from under the coffee table trotting towards
the bedroom. Jumping up on a tatty overstuffed armchair, he gazed fondly
at his pack mates, his family.	

Both men were fast asleep curled up together under the heavy blankets.
Fraser was spooned close behind Ray. The light from the street bathed the
bedroom in a soft glow reflecting onto the sleeping men. Sharing a pillow,
they looked content and relaxed in sleep. Diefenbaker could sense the love
emanating outwards from them. 

Diefenbaker, being a smart wolf, knew that many humans would be disgusted
by Fraser and Ray's relationship, but then not many people were allowed
the privilege of witnessing their love for each other. A warm feeling
bubbled up inside the wolf at the thought of being allowed to watch, and
participate, as the partner's love for each other grew and deepened. 

Ray seemed to mumble in his sleep; Diefenbaker watched as Fraser
automatically drew the slender man backwards into his embrace. Still
asleep, Fraser moved forwards gently kissing the back of Ray's blonde
head. 

Diefenbaker silently moved around the bed jumping up to lay next to Ray
knowing that the blonde would protect him from Fraser's scolding at
sleeping on the bed. Ray murmured again, his hand moving forward to touch
Diefenbaker's furry head. 

The wolf whined in pleasure snuggling closer to his pack mates. Taking a
last glance at his family. "My sleeping beauties," he thought as he closed
his eyes waiting for sleep to claim him. 

  THE END 

 

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