BRYDEN
There was a screech from the shower, and I shot out of bed and raced into our tiny bathroom.
“What is it?” There was no space for an intruder and the water was off, and Roland didn’t appear to be burned.
“The stupid soap slipped out of my hand.”
“Oh.” I picked it up and handed it to my mate.
“We need to get shower gel with a pump so this doesn’t happen again.”
“I’ll put it on the list.”
I offered to wash my mate, but he said he could do it, so I made coffee for me and tea for him.
“Why is it so sunny today?” Roland ducked his head and glanced outside. “We need rain.”
Has our mate gotten over his dislike of raindrops?my beast asked.
He was getting better, but I wouldn’t say he liked it.
I put Roland’s irritation down to hormones and that he was lugging around a huge belly and complained daily about sweating and his feet swelling.
“I can turn on the hose and spray the cabin if it’d make you feel better.”
Roland flounced onto the bed, saying that wouldn’t do and fanned himself with a book.
I made tea, hoping it wasn’t too hot or too cold but that it was just right. My beast got annoyed with me because he hated any references to human fairy tales. Tiptoeing to the bed, I offered my mate his mug and counted the seconds while he took a sip.
“Thanks. This is just right.”
Oh no. Everyone needs to stop. My bear said he was going to nap because he didn’t want to hear about the three bears and the human child who trespassed in their house.
“I’m going to get breakfast and bring it back. Is there anything in particular you’d like?”
“Pancakes if they have them. And fruit. And toast and jam. Oh, and if there’s any hot chocolate, I’d like some, please.”
“Got it.” I tapped out the list on the phone before placing an extra cushion behind my mate’s back and skedaddled out the door.
Not wanting to be gone long, I ran to the dining hall but met Larkin and Otto who were also headed to breakfast.
“Roland not feeling well this morning?” Larkin asked.
“No, he’s fine. I’ve got his breakfast order on the phone.” I held up the device.
They both commented that my mate had a good appetite, and I nodded. I didn’t want to spill that Roland was having a hard time now that his pregnancy was drawing to a close, but I needed advice and they were omegas.
“Can I ask how you felt at the end of your pregnancy?”
“Tired and hot.”
“Cranky and annoyed at my mate for getting me pregnant.”
Well, at least Roland was following what seemed to be a pattern in the last stage of pregnancy.
“Is the water too hot or too cold?” Otto grinned.
“No, it’s the soap that’s the enemy. I have to buy shower gel.”
