She sat in her new rocking chair with the matching stool, overseeing my work as I built the cot. The instructions were laid out neatly, along with the various parts. I nudged a bolt into its pile before rereading the instructions for the double cot.
“You could’ve had them build it when they delivered it.”
I glanced at her as she popped a cashew into her mouth.
“And have their filthy stench in the nursery?” I scoffed.“It was bad enough having the movers inside while they set up the other rooms. No thanks.”
We’d moved into our new home—a nine-bedroom house with all the facilities we’d need as a family. I counted six more throat punches before every bedroom was filled with our pups.
Fenrir snickered. Worth it.
“You could’ve saved yourself all this trouble,” she said.“We have less than a month to prepare.”
“We’re both off work.”
“I’m practically on bedrest. You’re not even a qualified medical practitioner,” she grumbled, the packet in her hand rustling.“I’ll get bored—and you know what that means.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No, dear. It’s a promise.”
I tightened the bolt.
“I’m adding a child lock to the fridge,” I muttered.
The truth was, we’d been inseparable since the bond. Anji was more than capable of running her business, and my staff were far too afraid to make mistakes in my absence. Over the next two weeks, additional security measures would be put in place to ensure our home was safe.
In the meantime, my priorities were simple: organising our new home, caring for my heavily pregnant mate—and tying Lielit to the bed.
“As if a child lock would stop me.”
I grinned at the thought of her trying to torment me. If only she knew her little tricks no longer unsettled me in the slightest.
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She lay propped up in bed, flicking through a magazine. I knew she knew why I was here. She would’ve heard me coming up the stairs—we shared the same heightened senses.
“Do you really want to do this?” I asked when she continued to ignore me.
“Do what?” she replied innocently, setting the magazine atop her belly.
“This,” I said, holding up the red face towel she’d slipped into my white wash.
“All of my clothes and the bedsheets are pink.”
“You should be more careful, then.”
I moved closer.
“My Egyptian cotton, twelve-hundred thread count sheets are ruined.”
“Mmm,” she hummed, tapping her lip.“Pity.”
She’s horny, Fenrir said with a lazy yawn.
I inhaled.
I’d been so absorbed in the nursery—and she’d been asleep by the time I came to bed—that I hadn’t noticed.
