“Yeah, you are,” he whispers back, gruffly. “So are you going to tell me?”
When I put my other hand on my stomach, he swallows, fisting his own hands.
The hands that I’m so entranced by.
The hands that I can completely admit I want on me. God, so much.
“I’m just pregnant, Reed. That’s all,” I tell him. “You don’t have to treat me like a princess. And no, nothing’s wrong with my feet. Tempest was just messing with you.”
“Tempestand I are going to have words.” He bends down slightly. “And I’m not.”
“What?”
“Treating you like a princess. Because you’re not a princess, are you?”
“No.”
He looks me up and down, my short body in his large hoodie, my daisy-printed pajama pants, my loose braid, my ballerina toes. “What are you then?”
My toes go up at his question and I whisper, “A fairy.”
His wolf eyes glow. “Yeah, my Fae.”
And I know what I have to do.
I know.
Chapter Twenty
Today’s the day.
That I’m going to do what I’ve decided.
It’s not a special day per se. It’s a Monday after Tempest’s visit and everything’s been the same.
The school, the teachers, my supportive gang of girls.
Reed.
He’s been the same too, crazy protective and crazy caring, dropping me off at school, picking me up. Glaring at the lingering girls through the black metal gate. Helping me with the dishes and cleaning up after dinner.
In fact, that’s what he’s doing right now.
He stands beside me in his white dress shirt putting away the dishes that I’m giving him. And I’m doing the same thing that I always do these days, watching his strong beautiful hands, his veins, the tiny drops of water decorating his marble skin.
“Fae.”
I blink and look up. “What?”
He looks at me slightly impatiently. “The fucking dish.”
“Right.”
I hand him the rinsed dish I am holding and when he wipes it down and puts it up in the cupboard, I blurt out, “Reed, I…”
“You what?”
You what, Callie? Say it.
