He was still sobbing when I left the garage. I wasn’t concerned about leaving him untied—not when his feet were nailed to two massive chunks of wood.
Fenrir snickered as I pictured him trying to crawl.
Lielit was in the same position I’d left her in. The larger her belly grew, the more support it required. The last trimester would be hard on her.
I exhaled when I held her again. Sleep came more easily when she was close.
Whentheywere close.
I rested my palm over her belly and closed my eyes.
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After a lazy Sunday morning, I took Lielit shopping. She wasn’t very happy about it until I told her it was for the twins. What I didn’t tell her was that the internet had suggested it to me. I remained cautious after the flower fiasco.
We went from shop to shop, and the more items of clothing and furniture we explored, the more excited Lielit became. She took a million pictures and sent them to her mum and Anji. The sales assistants were far too friendly. A few touched Lielit’s belly without invitation.
I drew the line when one tried to touch her hair, pulling Lielit out of reach.
“They’re going to leave their stink on you,” I murmured.
She had the cheek to try to elbow me.
I didn’t understand women.
Or mates.
Holding up matching twin outfits and imagining a nursery in our home made me sweat at the thought of how to get my ring on her finger.
The ring doesn’t matter, Fenrir snapped.The bite does. Complete the bond, moron.
Why are you so agitated?
Why are you letting so many strangers touch her?
What do you want me to do—smack women in broad daylight?
He didn’t reply.
Yeah. Idiot.
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Lielit’s security was doubled. I added a female guard to remain with her. She wanted to keep Guard 3, which annoyed me. Apparently, Anji was attached to him. I felt slightly better when Fenrir saw to the demise of the traitorous driver. He was replaced by a woman.
“I thought I might find you in here,” Lielit said from behind.
I turned to see her standing in the doorway.
“You’re obsessed.”
I was.
She took the tiny onesie from my hand.
“My parents invited you for dinner,” she said, admiring the womb-mate onesie.“There may be some backlash.”
I didn’t need the warning.
