I laughed and threw my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes. “A week ago, I thought our mate would never find us. Now, we’ve got a baby due in three months, a new car, and a house to buy. We’re running late, and we didn’t even know we were in the race!”
David stood up, drawing my attention.
I opened my eyes and looked up to meet his glassy gaze.
“I’m going to bed,” he announced with a yawn.
I nodded. “No problem. Are we good, bro?”
David smiled. “Yeah, brother. We’re good. We always will be. But you owe me, you know that? When we take Stacey to bed next, I get to make love to her first.”
I didn’t like that idea, and neither did my wolf.
Ugh. Stupid fucking jealousy!
But I nodded. I had to. It was only fair. “Okay,” I agreed. I’d already been inside Stacey’s incredible body, and it wouldn’t be long before I felt the velvety clasp of her pussy around my cock once more. I just had to be patient.
“Night,” David said, saluting me as he walked past me and back toward the stairs again.
I stayed downstairs for a while, mulling over the next steps we needed to take. We had more than enough money between us, but we both worked way too much. That would have to change. Could I scale back my hours or could David perhaps hire another head chef to take his shifts some nights? How was this going to work in a practical, real way. Our current place was modern and minimalist. Not good for a baby or a woman with a heart like sunshine.
We absolutely needed a new house and we had to be honest with our mate about who and what we were. David was right yet again. A secret like that could prove toxic to our chances of a future together if we didn’t get upfront about it real soon.
It can’t go too badly, surely?
She’d taken everything in stride so far, and Nancy and Lexie had gotten over the shifter issue successfully as far as I knew. No doubt Stacey would be good with our true identities in no time.
Right? She has to be...
Chapter 13
Stacey
I WOKE UP WITH MY BELLY cramping, and not from hunger. “Ow,” I moaned as I gripped my baby bump and forced myself to take some slow, steady breaths. “No, please no!”
I can’t be in labor. She isn’t ready yet.