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>After taking your shoes off you step quietly through the house towards the bedroom

>She no doubt heard you with her excellent hearing, but it wasn't your wife that you were worried about waking

>You slink over to the door and ever so gently turn the knob, just barely cracking it open to peek inside

>Though the light is dim it's still possible to make out your grizzly wife laying on the bed

>She's on her side facing away from you, her dark fur contrasting against the loose pile of white sheets and blankets she laid on

>Nesting instincts, she said

>You were more than happy to provide whatever she needed

>With her slow heavy breaths you can tell she's asleep, or at least very close to it

>You creak the door open further and you see her left ear twitch, the one that was nearly sliced off entirely in a fight with a lioness some years ago

>If she heard you with that one her other ear was detecting you loud and clear

>As gently as you can you step inside and shut the door, careful not to let it close too loudly

>A rumbling comes from the bed, like a very low growl

>Unconcerned, you slowly creep forward as the sound grows louder

>"ggggrrrrr" she bellows from deep within her chest

>Step after step you get closer to the furry mass on your bed, her deep growling growing more intense with every one of your movements

>After reaching the mattress you put a knee up on it and she turns her head to you, teeth bared and saliva dripping

>She growls once more, more loudly and with more vigor than the previous

>A sane man would run away at such a reaction from a half ton bear anthro, but you knew better

>Her teeth still bared you move your head closer to her snout, the smell of her bearish scent growing more intense as you edge closer

>Still growling, she gnashes her teeth together in a threatening display of ursine might

>But still, you know better

>Once you're nose to nose she takes a few deep sniffs then lays her head back onto the pillow as if she wasn't just about to tear you limb from limb

>She knows who you are, but even that fact doesn't stop her deeply ingrained primordial instincts from causing her to react harshly to anything that wasn't her or one of her cubs

>You were neither

>"Hey honey. Back from the store?" She sleepily mumbles

>"Ya, traffic was bad on the way home."

>You move a hand across the matted fur on her back, you were going to have to brush her soon

>She just didn't have the energy to groom herself with it being so far into the winter

>You raise your head to look at her face

>The same deep scars across her muzzle, same chocolate brown fur, same milky white left eye

>She turns her head to look at you with her right

>"Need something?"

>"No, just wondering how the cubs are doing."

>She lays her head back down and lazily licks her lips

>"Thirsty."

>You look down to her chest

>Three baby cubs silently suckling on her breasts

>And a swollen belly with the next two on the way

>"Want some water?"

>She mumbles an affirmative

>But just when you're about to move off the bed she stops you with a paw on the wrist

>"And some chocolate too." She says with a guilty smile

>You smile back, and hope that you remembered to get more sweets on your trip to the store earlier today

>After rummaging through some grocery bags you’re relieved to find out that you did, guess you wouldn’t have to suffer the wrath of a hangry mama bear today

>With a bottle of water in one hand and chocolate bar in the other you make your way back to the dimly lit bedroom

>She downs the water with a few gulps and makes quick work of the candy bar

>"Thanks honey, I needed that. Feeding these cubs has me so worn out I sometimes forget to feed myself."

>"You'll perk up when the weather gets warmer, always do."

>"Can't wait, not to imply I don't like resting in my little artificial cave here. I could get used to spending all day cuddling the cubs and getting free room service."

>"Well someone has to pay the bills around here. And now that I'm back from the store don't you think I should get some time with the cubs too?"

>"I need to use the restroom anyway, go ahead and look after the cubs while I'm gone. Oh and be careful around Kimmy, she's been a little bitey lately."

>"Don't worry, I think I can take a couple nibbles from a two year old grizzly cub without needing a hospital visit."

>After tenderly removing each little ball of fur from her breasts she gets off the bed and lazily stumbles towards the bathroom

>Thankfully there was one attached to the master bedroom so it's a short walk, a little detail you and her made sure your new house had in anticipation of her winter sluggishness

>She shuts the door and you turn your attention to the little fluff balls already trying to escape the bed in search of their mother

>The most motivated one is, unsurprisingly, Kimmy

>A little troublemaker of a cub, always getting into places she wasn't supposed to and finding new and creative ways to push the limits of your wife's patience

>Then there was Daisy and Delilah, the two inseparable sisters

>Thankfully they didn't share in Kimmy's rebelliousness being more even tempered and less prone to wandering

>For now, anyway

>Laying on the center of the bed you feel your wife's residual warmth still on the sheets

>Quickly grabbing Kimmy who was dangerously close to crawling off the bed you plop her down beside you

>She's quickly joined by her two sisters

>Daisy and Delilah seem content to rest next to your belly, their muzzles digging into the space between your body and the mattress

>It appears they've deemed you an adequate substitute for their mama bear, lacking in fur but retaining her warmth

>Kimmy however is driven to escape from your clutches, constantly being repositioned next to her sisters only crawl to the edge of the bed then put right back where she started by your gentle hands

>She's done this at least ten times now, but finally she seems tired enough to stop her fruitless march

>You gently rub the backs of Kimmy and Delilah, their fur pleasantly fuzzy and warm

>Children secured, you lay your head back down and-

>"Ow!"

>A sharp pain on your left hand

>Kimmy has taken your palm into her mouth and is biting down as hard as she can, her teeth are surprisingly sharp for such a young bear

>"I told you she was bitey today!" Comes a voice muffled from behind the bathroom door

>"Ya don’t say!"

>Taking your other hand you tenderly pry your palm free from her mouth

>The second it leaves her jaws her eyes roll over and she falls to the bed, utterly spent

>Good, she can't terrorize your hand anymore if she's asleep

>The bathroom door opens and out steps your wife in all her naked furry glory

>Walking to the bed she lays down facing you, the sleepy pile of cubs now flanked by their parents

>”I think these next two are gonna look like you, all pink and furless.” She says with a hand on her pregnant belly

>”And what makes you say that?”

>”I can tell, call it a mothers intuition.”

>”You think that, maybe, I don’t know, we should separate the cubs from the babies after they’re born? Our cubs will still be teething by then and baby humans don’t quite have the same thick skin and coat of fur to protect them from play bites that cubs do.”

>”I don’t think so, under my watchful eye they should-“

>*DING DONG*

>”Damnit.” You mutter under your breath

>”What? You know who’s at the door?”

>”I forgot to tell you, my parents said they were going to visit today.”

>”Seriously? I thought they refused to come around considering they, you know.”

>”Don’t approve of their only child marrying an anthro she-bear?

>”Yes, exactly that. I seem to recall quite a few mean glares and hushed words aimed at me last time they visited. What’s the reason for them coming over? I’m absolutely dying to know why they would even want to be in the same house as me.”

>”They said they wanted to see their grandkids. They still don’t approve of us but I guess they feel honor bound to see the newest generation of the family.”

>”Well if they were expecting grandchildren that aren’t covered in fur they’re a few months too early for that.”

>”Right. I’ll tell them to come back later, frankly I’m not in the mood to talk to them either.”

>”Thanks honey. And if they insist on coming into the house make damn sure they don’t enter our bedroom. I still growl at you every time you visit me and you’re my goddamned husband. If someone with a foreign scent or voice came in I might go further than growling and gnashing my teeth together.”

>”Don’t worry, I’ll watch them the whole time they’re here.”

>*DING DONG DING DONG*

>She begins moving the cubs closer to her chest

>”If they ring that damn doorbell any more they’ll wake the cubs.”

>”I’ll deal with them.”

>Moving off the bed you make your way to the front door, the blurred images of your parents visible through the glass

>The door opens and there’s a few moments of uneasy silence as you all stare at each other

>Both of them are stone faced, if they feel joy or disgust at seeing you they were doing a good job of suppressing it

>”Hello son.” Says your father, a faint smile now visible on his face

>”Hey dad, hey mom.” You state flatly

>Your mother speaks next

>”We’re here to see our grandchild. I’m sure you saw our message earlier?”

>”Yes, I did. And it’s grandchildren. She had a litter.”

>A few moments of awkward silence

>”Well how many exactly? Enough to crew a battleship?!” Your father says with a guffaw of laughter

>He seems to be in a much better mood than the last time they came over, your mother not so much

>”Just three. All cubs.”

>Your mother visibly recoils at those last two words, her face now a barely concealed mix of disappointment and disgust

>”Well aren’t you going to let us in? We drove all this way to see them. I don’t know about your mother here but I just can’t wait.” Says your father

>”I don’t think that’s a great idea, the cubs are with her right now and she’s still very tired. Hibernation instincts, you already know that.”

>He puts a pleading hand out

>”Now we don’t mean to intrude on your wife’s natural, uhh, yearly sleeping habit but we just wanted to see your kids for the first time. Just hold them a bit, welcome them into the family.”

>They’re already part of a family

>”They’re sleeping right now. It would be better if you all just came back in the spring so you could see us all together.”

>”Please now son, me and your mother have been absolutely dying to see your cute little kiddos on the whole drive down here. And…” He gives an exaggerated cough into his elbow. “…we’re getting up there in years you know.”

>You look to your father’s hopeful face, then to your mother’s barely hidden scowl, then back to your father

>”Alright, you can come in. I’ll talk to her and see if she’s willing to part with one of the cubs for a while.”

>”Excellent! We’ll wait on the couch.” Your father says with a wide smile

>You close the door behind them and lead your parents to the living room before making your way back to the bedroom

>Her familiar low growl stops when you put a hand on her side

>”Babe?”

>”I already know you let them inside, I can hear them talking from all the way over here. What do they want?” She whispers

>”They, well dad mostly, wants to hold one of the cubs.”

>She tightens her grip on the cubs she held close to her chest

>”No. My cubs. Not theirs. They stay with me.”

>Her tone of voice is firm, so you lean in close and rub her head

>”Our cubs. Their grandchildren.”

>She growls again before turning to look at you with her good eye

>She holds a paw up, fingers outstretched

>”Five minutes. One second longer and I’m rushing in there teeth bared and claws out. I’m not joking.”

>You smile and give her a kiss on the nose, she always liked it when you did that

>”Thanks honey, they’re going to love this. Which one are you willing to part with?”

>She stares at the undulating mass of brown fuzz piled by her chest for a few moments before reaching out and lifting one into the air

>”Here, take Daisy.”

>You take Daisy from your wife’s paws, resting her short muzzle on your shoulder

>”This really means a lot to them honey. You’ll have your cub back soon.”

>”Five minutes. No more!” She says with a low growl

>”Got it, thanks mama bear.”

>As quietly as you can you shut the door and walk over to the living room, standing in front of your parents

>”Mom, dad, this is Daisy. She’s a two year old Grizzly bear anthro just like both her sisters. She’s still pretty sleepy right now but be aware she’s at that age where she likes to test her new teeth out, so watch your fingers. Who wants to hold her first?”

>Your parents stare at each other as if expecting the other to say something

>Eventually your father breaks the staring contest and puts his arms out towards you

>”Give her here son, I won’t drop her.”

>Slowly, gently, you pry the cub off your shoulder and set her down into your fathers waiting hands

>With his hands under Daisy’s armpits he holds the cub in front of him, a perplexed look on his face

>”Wow, she’s really, uhh, fluffy.”

>”She takes after her mother.”

>He sits her down in his lap, absentmindedly running fingers across Daisy’s head

>”She’s got the cutest little rounded ears, just like a feral bear.”

>”Careful not to play with them too much, they tend to get riled up if you do that.”

>”Oh, my bad.”

>He turns his attention from her head to her belly

>A few circles rubbed onto her belly and the baby bear is having a laughing fit prompting smiles from both of your parents

>When it ends he turns to your mother

>”You want to hold her next?”

>She looks pensively at the cub before giving in

>”Oh alright, hand the little darling over.”

>He lifts her up and she receives the cub, holding Daisy in the air

>”Awwww, I have to admit I didn’t think your kids would be so cute considering their mother’s heritage.”

>You try to take the backhanded compliment with grace

>”Thanks mom. Her mother makes sure she’s groomed and fed every day. In a few years her adult coat will come in and she’ll be even furrier.”

>”That’s wonderful but if you don’t mind me asking, why exactly can’t we just go meet her mother and the other cubs again?”

>”She, uhh,” You stare at the ground while trying to word your answer. “well, bear anthros, like so many other species of anthros, have certain deeply ingrained instincts. One of these is to protect her cubs from danger. In her mind danger includes basically anything that isn’t her or one of her cubs. Therefore she might have a, uhhh, negative reaction if someone unfamiliar goes in there and disturbs them.”

>”A shame. If she were a human…” Your mother trails off as her attention turns elsewhere

>She brings the cub closer to her face, staring intensely into her eyes

>”You know, I think that this cub has your-”

>In a split second the cub’s head shoots forward and her jaws clamp shut on your mother’s nose

>”OW!” She screams

>Frightened by your mother’s loud outburst Daisy immediately exits the bite and begins crying

>She’s quickly handed off to your father who then hands the cub to you

>”Oh my god! She bit me! My own grandchild bit me! Those sharp little fangs took my nose right off didn’t they!? Oh!”

>She brings a hand to a nose that’s still very well attached to her face, though it does have a few new red marks

>Your father quickly stands up and helps your mother to her feet

>”Well son, it was fun finally meeting one of our grandchildren today but I think it’s about time we head out.” He pats your mother on the back. “Don’t worry dear we have bandaids in the car.”

>While hoisting the cub back up you give them a quick wave and they rush out the door

>Daisy’s stopped crying but that just means you can hear the heavy footsteps coming from the bedroom now

>They reach the living room and you see an angry wall of matted fur cradling two cubs

>She’s got an angry look on her face and a desperate glint in her eye as she searches for the bear in distress

>Spotting you she moves closer and adjusts the two cubs being carried to hold them with one arm

>As she reaches out with the other you surrender Daisy to her waiting paw

>She sniffs Daisy a few times, licks her head, then turns to you

>”What happened?” She snaps

>”Daisy bit my mom on the nose and she got scared. I assure you everything is fine, the cub was never in any danger.

>She silently glares at you before her expression softens

>”Good, but I didn’t hand you Daisy, I handed you Kimmy.”

>”Hey! You told me-“

>”Kimmy. Daisy has been with me the entire time in the bedroom. I knew Daisy and Delilah would get fussy if they were separated so I gave you the adventurous one.”

>”I could have sworn-whatever. You’ve been pretty active today for a bear that’s supposed to be in hibernation, wanna head to bed?”

>”Sure, going to be a while until my adrenaline wears off though. The second I heard my baby bear cry my heartrate shot through the roof. I guess that just means I have more time to groom Kimmy and get the scent of your parents off of her.”

>She gives Kimmy a few licks on the head

>”Okay, I’ll get a brush so I can help with the grooming”

>She cocks her head to the side, a sly grin on her face

>”What? Still afraid you’re going to swallow a furball if you groom them like I do?”

>She licks Daisy on the muzzle to emphasize her point

>”Hey now, I never said the brush was for grooming the kids little miss bed head.”

>She gives a surprised grunt as if offended, then briefly flashes you a smile before turning around and walking towards the bedroom, three cubs safe in their mothers arms