Page 267 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“You got it,” I chuckled.

Once they were gone, I was left looking at Chris standing at the foot of the bed. I lifted the blankets and motioned him over with my head. Chris chuckled and crawled up behind me, pulling me into his safe and warm embrace.

“I should be jealous that there are two more scents in our bed, but you looked so cute being surrounded by two other pregnant women.”

“Well, get used to it. It looks like we just formed a nap club. How was your day?”

“Busy. We need to shower and get ready. Your mom wants us downstairs by six thirty for dinner.”

“That doesn’t give us much time,” I pouted.

“Forty-five minutes to shower and change isn’t enough?” he asked, confused.

“I was hoping for a little snu snu,” I pouted.

Chris chuckled, his hand dropping down to my core.

“Have I mentioned I love your pregnancy hormones?” he whispered in my ear. “It makes me want to keep you pregnant all the time.” I shuddered and pushed my butt back until I could feel his cock growing against me. “But, we have no time right now, so let’s go, Little Warrior.”

I let out a huff of frustration, which only made Chris laugh at my misery, as he stood and headed toward the bathroom. “Come on, I promise it’ll be worth it, and then I’m yours to do with as you please for the rest of our lives.”

“Well, that surprise better include cookies now for teasing me,” I said, standing up and stretching.

“I bought the kind you wanted before coming home,” he called out from the bathroom.

“The snickerdoodle ice-cream cookies?” I asked, excited.

“Yep. They’re in the freezer with a note warning them of eating a pregnant lady’s craving.”

“I love you,” I swooned, joining him in the shower.

“You better. I went to three different places to find them,” he chuckled, running his fingers down my hair as it got permeated with water.

Then, he poured some of my shampoo and washed my hair. He liked doing that. I wanted to do it to him too, but he was much taller than I was, so I always washed his body instead. The perils of a short girl.

I thought about trying to seduce him in the shower, but refrained. Chris hated being late, and he hated it even more when he knew people were waiting for him. Tonight was important to both of us, and whatever he had planned included people whose opinions mattered to him, so I controlled my hormones.

Once we were out of the shower, I pulled on a pretty, white, high-waisted dress with big, gray, blue and peach flowers on it, that Bells gave me earlier this week. It was a thank-you for helping her and Cade get back together. I slipped on an old pair of black flats mom had dug out of my closet this morning for the surprise, and then blow dried my hair, leaving it down for dinner. I added a bit of lip-gloss and was done.

I walked out of the bathroom and found Chris waiting on the couch for me. He was wearing a dark gray button-down and black slacks. His face lit up as he looked at me, his eyes wandering down my body, lingering around my stomach, where the tiniest of bumps was beginning to peek out because of my small frame.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, Violet,” Chris whispered as I approached.

“You think so?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him as he stood and inhaled his scent.

“I know so, mate.”

“You’re very handsome yourself, my grumpy old wolf,” I teased, kissing his chest when he chuckled, the vibrations of his deep voice my favorite sound in the world, right there next to our pup’s heartbeat.

We walked to the elevator to head down to dinner. Mom made tamales, and I squealed the moment the doors opened and the smell reached my nose. Chris chuckled, but when I started heading to the private dining room, Chris pulled me to a stop.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“We’re not going in there, yet.”

“What? Why? I’m hungry,” I pouted.

Chris brought me outside of the main dining room, which was oddly quiet for it being dinner time. Dad walked out and nodded at Chris, who bent down to kiss me before he walked inside without me.

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