The mental image of my very serious Alpha husband standing in the body wash aisle smelling bottles made me want to laugh.
I fought the smile threatening to break across my face. I could not allow these behaviors. We’d talked about boundaries. About personal space. About how just because we were mated didn’t mean he owned me.
“Knox, this is ridiculous and controlling and I’m about to give you a very long lecture about personal boundaries and respecting my choices when it comes to my own hygiene products and...”
He moved behind me and slid his hands under my belly, lifting slightly. The immediate relief from the constant weight made me groan out loud.
“Fuck you,” I grunted. “You know exactly how to make me feel good.”
“I know.” His lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear. “You smell amazing, baby.”
“Because I smell of YOU!”
He chuckled against my neck, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. “Yeah.”
The bastard sounded way too smug about it.
I sighed and backed into his body, letting him hold my entire weight while the warm water ran down both of us. His hands stayed under my belly, supporting the baby, and his chest pressed against my back.
This was nice. This was really nice. Even if my husband had officially lost his mind.
“You’re still in trouble,” I mumbled.
“Sure I am.”
“I mean it.”
“Absolutely.”
“Knox.”
“Lina.” He kissed my temple. “You can yell at me later. Right now just let me hold you.”
Damn him for being sweet after being completely insane.
We stood there for a while, just breathing together, until the sound of little feet running around upstairs told us the twinswere awake from their nap. Knox pressed one more kiss to my neck before stepping back.
“I’ll handle them,” he said. “You take your time.”
I watched him step out of the shower, water sliding down his back and making me appreciate the view way more than I should considering I was supposed to be mad at him. He wrapped a towel around his waist and disappeared into the bedroom.
By the time I finished and got dressed, Knox had already taken the twins downstairs. I could hear Thea’s voice demanding pancakes and Rowan asking if they could read instead of eating. Normal chaos. The kind I loved.
I pulled on a loose dress that actually fit over my stomach and headed downstairs. Knox was in the kitchen with both twins hanging off him while he attempted to make sandwiches. Thea had climbed onto the counter. Rowan was reading the back of the bread bag out loud.
“Mama!” Thea spotted me first and launched herself off the counter.
Knox caught her midair without even looking. “What did I say about jumping from high places?”
“That I’m not a bird?”
“That’s right.”
“But I could be a bird if I tried really hard.”
“You’re a wolf, baby girl. Wolves don’t fly.”
Thea considered this while Knox set her on the floor. “What if I’m a special wolf?”
