I dropped the offending towel and pulled my T-shirt over my head, pausing only to kick off my slippers.
“You ruined an entire load just to get one stuffed inside you,” I murmured as I shoved my shorts down.“Oh, you’ll get one—just not where you expect it.”
By the time I reached the bed, her scent had flooded the room.
“Extra protein is good for me,” she said, flinging the magazine aside.
“Shameless,” I muttered, shaking my head.
I climbed onto the mattress and tugged the covers down before untying her thin cotton robe. When I saw the black lace-and-silk creation beneath it, a groan tore from my chest. She always had the upper hand.
And I never wanted her to change.
I slid the fabric up over her belly, pressing a kiss there before shifting lower. A smile curved my mouth just before I buried my face between her thighs.
I’d be here a while.
Maybe edging her before giving her what she wanted would calm her down.
???
The glow of the laptop screen cut through the dark. I rubbed a hand over my face before glancing at Lielit. She was calm—happy, excited, all at once—while I sat up night after night, torturing myself with statistics about the risks of twin births. She didn’t want to be induced. She didn’t want a C-section.
It was real. It was happening. Anaya and Owain would be here soon. And if the numbers meant anything, sooner than we expected.
This wasn’t something I could control. But I had one of the best doctors on call, and she’d assured me her team would be ready—day or night.
Power and money couldn’t quiet the fear. Ensuring Lielit had the best care was all I had to offer.
I closed the laptop and set it aside, easing myself closer so I could hold all three of them. Sleep only came once I felt the babies move.
Chapter 64
Lielit
Once I’d messaged Melissa to have the car ready, I let Dr Moore know how often the contractions were coming and that we’d be there shortly. Melissa was Guard Four—and thankfully, Blaidd had started using their names now.
I paused mid-waddle and stared down at my feet. Since I couldn’t see them properly, I slipped off one slipper to reveal pale blue, fluffy fur.
These would do.
He’s been a nervous wreck, Bouda said.
Who would’ve thought he’d knock me back for Friday night sex, I replied, quietly amused. He worries enough for both of us.
I heard the stairs creak and pasted a smile onto my face.
The door opened, and he stepped in holding the tray of food like an offering.
I could really freak him out, I murmured to Bouda, suddenly tempted to see him crack.
It would be fun to watch, she snickered.
“I forgot about an appointment with Dr Moore,” I said lightly.“I can eat when we get back.”
Chicken, Bouda whispered.
He frowned and set the tray on the armchair before checking his calendar.
