That’s my girl.
Chapter 39
Blaidd
It took me less than an hour to draft a potential cohabitation chart. It was so ridiculous that I anticipated her reaction, but it also allowed me to hammer out the key things I wanted from the union without giving myself away. I needed my Friday nights back.
“No,” she said, pushing the document back once she reached the two-week timetable.
“Which part?” I asked, keeping my eyes on her.
She looked as though she was about to answer, then paused to stare down at the document.
“No—to eighty percent of it,” she said stiffly.
Perfect.
“I’m open to negotiating,” I said, tapping my lip as if in thought,“but sharing a bedroom and Friday date nights are non-negotiable. I believe that’s part of anormalrelationship.”
Her eyes flicked up before she dragged the document back to her side of the table.
“What if I give birth on a Friday?” she muttered.
Is she… being sarcastic?I asked Fenrir.
“Of course the timetable will change drastically once the pups are born. I will be participating in all activities that involve them.”
“So you’ll be changing nappies, bathing them, and staying up all night to rub their backs when they have colic?”
I believe that tone implies that you think you are incapable of such acts, Fenrir said.
“Yes,” I snapped, almost banging my hand on the table.
“Uh-huh,” she hummed, one sceptical eyebrow lifting.
That tone implies—
Shut it.
“So no restrictions on how often I see my family or work? I can come and go as I please?”
“Yes—”
“I want that in writing and signed,” she cut in.
“And you’ll agree to marriage, sharing a bedroom, and date night?”
The silence between us stretched.
Her eyes hooded as she stared down at the paper between us. When she looked up, it was to pin me in place with a glare. Two dark pools, full of fire.
I’d never been this turned on since the rut.
Say yes.
Yes.
Even Fenrir gravitated toward her—I felt the pull, the stretch.
