“Why?” I asked, setting my gaze on him.
He smiled. “Because you’re my mate.”
My heart raced even faster. Words failed to come to me. “Since when?”
“Since that night we slept together,” he said, without hesitation.
My heart hammered harder. I sucked in a deep breath.
“You don’t have to answer,” he said. “You don’t have to say anything at all. We can just take this one day at a time, okay?”
I nodded.
“You agree to one day at a time?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes, Guy. One day at a time.”
He smiled and put the truck into gear. “One day at a time.”
* * *
Several weeks later,I was stuck at the cabin again. But this time, I was blissfully lounging on the couch, watching the fire move and dance while Guy did anything and everything he could to keep me off my feet. My life had been like this since coming back from the hospital. And he was busy in the kitchen, making me a healthy snack and some warm apple cider.
Initially, he was going to take me to my place. But with the way the storm was panning out to be, Guy needed to have the option to shift, and he wouldn’t have been able to do that at my apartment. There were way too many people, and shifters couldn’t risk exposure. It would cause world-wide panic.
None of that was something I was willing to deal with.
So now, we were snowed-in again… and I didn’t mind in the least, littlest bit. I was getting used to the new way of doing things. It took a hot minute, but I was starting to come around.
Morning, noon, and night, Guy was with me, not far from my side, always helping… always being Guy. Even when I was dealing with what was ridiculously termed “morning sickness,” he was with me, holding my hair up and rubbing my back. Every move I made, Guy was right next to me. Doting on me.
He did it all without question or hesitation. Even despite my protests. He insisted. When he committed to being involved, he did so fully. He went all in.
Needless to say, everything was a bit overwhelming. I wasn’t used to receiving all the attention. Not only that, but I was capable of doing some things on my own and having him constantly with me got to be a bit on the annoying side. Despite it all, I was grateful to have him with me. I was grateful he was around and so devoted to making life easier for all of us.
I thought about his proposal, much like I had randomly throughout the past few weeks. I never did give him an answer. To be perfectly honest, I was still becoming accustomed to the whole pregnant with twins thing. But now that I had more than enough time to think about his question, it was a concept that stole my breath away. And that made me realize that I did love Guy.
A lot.
Despite everything we had been through, I really couldn’t see going through the rest of my life without him. Especially with how devoted he was.
My lips pulled into a grin.
I started to stand from the couch as Guy was carrying in a tray piled high with snacks and a steaming mug of cider. He rushed to put the stuff down on the coffee table and said, “Where do you think you are going, miss?”
I chuckled. “I have to pee.”
I lied, but I needed to in order to pull everything off. It was a necessary part of my plan.
He reached for my hand and guided me away from the couch. I took his motion a step further by stepping closer to him. He smiled and pulled me against his body, and I wrapped my arms around his waist.
He held me close to him for several minutes. Already it felt like a hard ball was wedged between us. And it was just going to get bigger.
“What are you going to do when I’m no longer pregnant, and we have two babies to think about?” I asked.
He shrugged. “We’ll figure that out when we get there. The important thing to know is whatever comes our way, we are going to do whatever it takes together.”
I smiled and sighed, relaxing into Guy’s frame. “You know that I adore your help. Really, I do. But this is too much. You’re going to run yourself into the ground trying to jump and be at my side every second of the day.”