They were all helping them during this pregnancy.
With her being a delicate human, he was so fucking scared, but he wasn’t showing that.
“This feels really rather nice,” she said, releasing a sigh.
She kept her arms wrapped around his neck, leaning back, and he watched her. Her juicy tits captured her attention, her nipples big and dusky.
His hunger for her had never stopped.
“I can feel what you want.” She chuckled.
“I can’t help it,” he said. “You’re the one for me.”
“Is this how you imagined life together?”
“I didn’t imagine anything, baby. For a long time, I didn’t think I’d ever have the chance to find the woman for me, let alone get her pregnant, or marry her.”
“It was the best day, going to that grocery store,” she said. “I had always wanted someone like you.”
“Like me?”
“Who didn’t care that I was … strange.”
“You’re not strange.”
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” she said.
He waited, knowing it would be about the baby. She was constantly worried about every single detail, from giving birth to the babies not liking her, to everything in between. She’d decorated the room for the nursery three times in different colors. She kept changing the color scheme in case their sons didn’t like it.
There was a stack of fifteen books by their bed, all to do with babies and pregnancy. He, himself, had read through plenty.
“And what have you thought?”
“That it doesn’t matter if our babies love us.”
“They will love us.”
“I know I’m going to love our sons and all of our children with my whole heart. They’ll hate me for a little bit, but that’s what kids do, right? Hate their parents.”
He smiled. “I won’t let them hate you.”
She cupped his face, kissing his lips. “Every time I’m with you, I feel like the luckiest woman alive. You gave me everything I could ever went, Liam. A family, a pack, a life, love, everything.”
He held her close, kissing her, savoring his mate. Finally, he had his woman in his arms, and he couldn’t be happier.
The End