I nodded sleepily against his chest, then groaned when he kissed the top of my head and floated out from beneath the covers.
“Nooo…” I complained.
“Coffee!” Edgar reminded me, his voice muffled since he was already down the hall.
I sighed dramatically and slumped out of bed, rubbing my eyes. The bedroom—and the whole manor, really—looked completely different during the day. It seemed eerie and spooky on Halloween night in the darkness. But when the sun shined, it was a beautiful, sprawling Victorian house that just so happened to be situated on a hill behind a cemetery.
It was home.
I dealt with my morning routine just as the rich scent of coffee wafted up from the kitchen. I walked downstairs like a zombie and sat at the gorgeous oak table, which was bigger than my old busted bed.
Edgar slid the small mug towards me. “One sugar, two cream. Just the way you like it.”
I frowned at the mug as I took it in my hands. “I wish this was three sizes bigger. Mel needs his coffee.”
Edgar wagged his translucent finger. “Ah, ah, ah. No more than one cup while you're pregnant.”
“I know…”
Sighing, I took a sip. It was delicious. Immediately, my gripes faded away. Edgar was amazing at making morning coffee. I didn't know what it was—we made it the exact same way, but for some reason, his always tasted better. Maybe because he made it with love.
“Mm... This is really good, Edgar.”
He beamed, turning a brighter shade of blue. “Excellent.”
I glanced down at my belly and rubbed it. “I can't wait to have this baby so I can have agiantmug of your coffee.”
My mate floated towards me. He added his hand next to mine. At only one month into my pregnancy, I wasn't showing yet, but we were both excited for when I finally did. I couldn't imagine a better alpha partner than Edgar.
“Oh, by the way,” Edgar said. “I heard a laptop notification in the middle of the night.”
“Huh. I thought I turned those off. Let me go see.”
Picking up my coffee—I never abandoned my mug when it was still full—I went over to my work station in the living room and sat in front of my laptop. When I opened it, I didn't know what to think. Blinking, I stared at it.
“Huh?”
I squinted and leaned closer.
“That can't be right…”
Edgar flew behind my chair. I saw his blue wisps in the corner of my eyes. “What is it?”
My mouth slowly dropped open. I blinked several times. Those numbers on the screen couldn't be right. I rubbed my eyes, but when I opened them, the numbers remained the same.
“What?” I squeaked in a high-pitched voice.
“Mel, what is it?” Edgar asked, worried. “Is there a problem?”
I sank back in my chair, rolling away from the laptop like it was a shining light I couldn't look too closely at.
“No,” I murmured. “It's the opposite. Look at the numbers.”
Edgar slunk around my shoulders, bringing his face close to the laptop. “Ah, it's your channel! Let's see. Three million four hundred thousand views... Oh, wait. It's going up. Three million five hundred thousand... six hundred thousand... And it's still going.” Edgar tilted his head at me. “Is that a lot?”
“Yes!” I cried. I couldn't stop myself from laughing from disbelief and joy. “Those are amazing numbers! I've only ever gotten a couple thousand before.”
Edgar's voice shone with pride. “That's fantastic! What changed?”
