“Uh huh, and let me guess, they just do it on their own right?” His eyebrow raises.
“Mhm, exactly. Just like your tail, they do what they want. I can’t stop them from seeking warmth.”
He tutted at me in fake annoyance. “Such naughty toes you have then. I didn’t think it was possible for toes to have a mind of their own, but here we are. What am I going to do? Any suggestions?”
“Mmm, love them forever and keep them toasty warm,please.”
“I already do love them forever, just like I love you forever, little one. Now let’s get some food in this belly to feed the baby. I can feel them throwing a ruckus in there.” He stands up and pulls me along with him, going inside for the rest of the day.
* * *
It was finally spring, and there was no more snow in sight. I felt a little antsy in the house from spending all my time indoors these past few months, and I was itching to go outside. Over the next few weeks, I spent quite a bit of my time in the treehouse and its surrounding platforms and comfy chairs. The sun was warm against my skin, and there was a cool breeze in the air that ruffled my curls. I brought a blanket with me to wrap myself up in case I was cold outside.
I made sure to bring one of the journals or books from my mother to read and go through. There was an overwhelming amount of information about my mother that I realized I never knew. From what I’ve gathered, she was a very powerful clairvoyant who could not only see all supernatural creatures and beings, but could also see auras and intentions. Another power she had was sometimes getting glimpses of the future, although that was more random and uncontrollable.
This made sense now with all the books my mother had about the supernatural world and books that looked like spell books. I’m sure they were, or at least something similar. If she was a clairvoyant, does that mean I am as well? If I am, why haven’t I been able to see supernatural creatures until I metAsmodeus in Honey Buns? Was it something that happened with age? But 28 seemed awfully old to get your powers. Was my dad supernatural as well? Why didn’t my mom ever talk to me about this and let me know?
As I continue reading, I realize that each journal is for a different year. A lot of the pages catalogued her life and frustrations with her mother, and the expectations that were put on her once she came into her powers.
One of the most shocking things I have found is the fact that her mother, my grandmother, had set up an arranged marriage with a warlock. My mother was going to marry his son when she turned 25. She didn’t want to marry him; she said he was an ass who was cruel and controlling. Not only that, but he was also ten years older than her. At this point, she was 21 years old.
Her mother had set up the arranged marriage only for power and to create the next generation of powerful magic users.Ewww, what abitch. I am invested now. This was insane. I can’t believe my grandma was going to have my mother marry someone she chose just for more power. I’m glad I never met her before. I wonder if she even knew about me.
As I continue to read, a part sticks out to me:
My mother intends to marry me off to some cruel man, but I cannot. I have found the love of my life and I intend to run off with him. His name is Brian, and he is everything a woman should wish for in a man. My mother would hate him since he is human and has no powers, but that makes him all the more special. I know his love is true and so are his intentions. I can see themand the way he looks at me. He popped up into my life unexpectedly. I need to keep him and us a secret until I can find the time to run away with him. I won’t let my mother ruin my life or even worse, hurt the man I am falling in love with.
She must be talking about my father here. I’m shocked to find out they ran away together. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose. I ran away to find my true love, and in the end, it seemed to work out for both of us. I know my parents would be happy for me. The fact that my mother ran away from her family for my father makes my heart happy. I wish they had more time together. They deserved that after all the hell it seemed my mother was put through.
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Chapter 32 - Asmodeus
To say that I was obsessed with my pregnant mate was an understatement. I couldn’t keep my eyes or my hands to myself. I was constantly watching her; the way her body was growing and changing was beautiful. I did everything I possibly could to ensure she was comfortable and well taken care of.
I gave her nightly massages, massaging her back, feet, shoulders, and legs. I would spend an hour worshipping her body and making her feel good. I ran her baths almost on a nightly basis to help relieve her built-up tension. While she was in the bath, I would shave her legs for her when she wanted. I personally didn’t care if she shaved or not, but she seemed to like the feeling of smooth legs.
Her belly was finally getting bigger and more pronounced. As the baby weighed more, I knew it would cause more pressure on her back. I would stand behind her, holding up her belly to release the weight and pressure off her spine. It would always make her moan in relief, making me hard from pleasing her.
It was such a turn on that her scent smelled like me because of the baby she was carrying inside her. I never knew that the baby would smell like us in the womb. I was constantly aware of her scent. Whether she was fatigued, stressed, upset, content, or aroused. It was a heady sensation feeling her through the bond as well as scenting her emotions. I made sure my mate was not wanting for long before I pleased her appetite.
I couldn’t wait for our baby to be born. I felt like I was more excited than she was. But to be fair, I’ve been waiting 250 years for this moment. I was soaking up everything I could, and secretly taking pictures of her on my phone to cherish and stare at when she wasn’t around or I was away from her. She was glowing, and it made my heart burst. I would do anything for this woman and our child.
Thea and I had decided to throw her a baby shower since she asked if we were going to have one, and I told her I wasn’t sure. I didn’t even know who to invite. I remember the only person in her life before me was her ex-boyfriend, Heath. He didn’t seem like a bad guy, I mean, he wasn’t the one who was hurting my mate previously, at least there was that. And if it weren’t for him letting her go, she would have never been in my life. I guess I did have to thank him for that.
While she is asleep on the couch, taking a nap, I go through her contacts to get his phone number. I wonder if she’s told him or not.
Me: Hi good morning, this is Asmodeus. I got your phone number from Blair. I'm not sure if she has said anything to you or not but we are together.
Heath: Hi, good morning. You must be the father Ipresume.
Me: Of course. That woman has a one track mind.
Heath: Yes she does. I hope you're treating her well and taking care of her like she deserves.
Me: Of course I am. She's my mate. I would die for her.
Heath: I'm glad. Is that what you texted me about?
