“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head quickly and realizing her mistake. “I’m so sorry, Ella – I didn’t mean to scare you – he’s just…” she turns again to the monitor, shaking her head at what she sees. “Cora!” I shout, sitting up fast and grabbing her by the shoulder. “Tell me! Now!” Sinclair i
Ella The minute Hank gave his assent, Sinclair was moving, gathering me up into his arms and striding for the clinic’s door. We drew quite a few eyes on our way out – a gigantic man carrying a little pregnant woman bodily out of the doctor’s office, and her laughing with glee all the way. But I d
“Liar,” I murmur, glancing at him over my shoulder as he positions himself against my center, running his head up and down my sex, teasing me. “You haven’t been starving. You’ve been fucking me in my dreams. Wasn’t that enough to keep the hunger at bay?” He chuckles lowly, bringing his cock back t
I drift off into my dream space feeling totally comfortable, not needing to invite Sinclair in tonight because I know he’ll be there waiting for me when I wake up. It’s not that I don’t want him there tonight it’s just…a peaceful beat, where he dreams his dreams and I have mine to myself, separate b
Sinclair I sigh, sitting down on the bed next to my mate, giving her a significant look as I humor her. She grabs her phone, eagerly pulling up the clock timer and never taking her other hand off her stomach. “Okay,” she murmurs, looking down at herself. “Well, this contraction has been over
“Ella,” I gasp, terrified. But there’s nothing I can do – I just hold her until she stops, until she opens her eyes and looks shocked into my face and then down at her belly, her face going white. “Down,” she demands. “Put me down. Something…something happened.” ______________________ Ell
Ella The sound of gunfire rings out around us and I feel Sinclair lurch to cover me in the suddenly-still car. Trembling, I try to peek out from beneath his arm as he curses vehemently, his body tense over mine. The gunfire ends and Sinclair moves, jolting back to the driver’s seat and hitting t
“Go,” I say, nodding encouragingly and working hard to put a little smile on my face. “We’ll be fine.” I move my hand to my belly again, worried, suddenly, as I realize that Rafe can feel my anxiety – an anxiety beyond that which a new mother feels when she goes into labor. My poor baby – he’s alrea