Chapter 208
couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. It was both hilarious and bear–melting to watch him carefully arrange matching pairs of t wouldn’t. Et for at least a year.
The bedroom door creaked open, followed by the sound of two sets of footsteps–on beavy and assured, the other light and quick. I kept my eyes closed. pretending to be asleep while String to them approach the bed. Lucas warn presence came closer, and I felt the gentle press of his soft lips again cheek in a sweet kiss. The mattress dipped as Ethan leaned over me next, his lips traveling from my forehead to my nose and finally claiming my mouth in a lingering loss that made keeping my charade impossible. I broke into laughter, playfully showing at his chest.
“Okay, okay, enough with the kisses,” I protested through my smile, opening my eyes to find him looking entirely too pleased with himself
I pushed myself into a sitting position, taking in Lucas appearance. He’d grown taller in these past months, his frame beginning to lose some of its childish softness. His werewolf traits were manifesting earlier than most childrens–his senses becoming increasingly acute, his reflexes sharper. I strongly suspected both he and Erkan had known I was faking sleep from the moment they entered the room
How are you feeling today? Ethan asked, his hand coming to rest protectively over my rounded belly. “Are these little troublemakers behaving themsel
I shook my head with a smile. “I slept wonderfully, which you already know since you were
Ethan’s lips curved into that confident in that still made my heart skip. His palm made gentle circles over my stomach. Just wondering when these little
planning to make their debut. Their mom and dad are getting pretty impatient to meet them.”
The wedding had turned into our favorite inside joke. Ethan had practically been ready to drag me to the altar while I was still hooked up to IV fluids, his eagerness to make me ‘officially his both amusing and touching. Once I’d recovered enough, the baby bump had started to show, and I’d put my foot down
“I’m not waddling down the aisle looking like I swallowed a beach ball, I’d told him firmly. Besides, wouldn’t it be more special if our daughters could be there too, even if they re just tiny bundles in frilly dresses?
He’d reluctantly agreed, though he still ‘casually left bridal magazines around the apartment and sometimes whispered “future Luna” against my neck put to make me blash. Ha patience was wearing thin, but so was my pregnancy.
“So what thrilling activities are on today’s agenda?” Ethan asked, his fingers gently tucking a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. “Planning to be a couch potato? Binge–watch some reality TV?”
I playfully swatted his hand away. “Of course not. I’m heading to the training camp to check on my students progress.”
Ethans brow furrowed immediately, that protective Alpha instinct surfacing. “Going to the camp made sense a few months ago, but you re nearly eight months pregnant now. You re practically ready to deliver. Is visiting the training grounds really necessary? If something happened”
“Hey I interrupted, snapping my fingers in front of his face to break his spiral of concern. “Mr. Alpha, you’re being overprotective again. Pregnant or not, I could still take down half your warriors without breaking a sweat. Want me to demonstrate?” I raised an eyebrow challengingly.
My teasing had the desired effect, melting his worry into amusement. “Alright, warrior princess. Do you want me to drive you there? I can drop Lucas at school and circle back.”
“No need,” I waved dismissively. “Zoe’s coming by to pick me up. We have
e some pi
girl talk scheduled–strictly no boys allowed.”
