Page 274 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

Cade helped me stand from the uncomfortable conference chair, and walked me over to the bathroom without me having to ask. I would say he was psychic, but I practically lived in the bathroom these days. My pups were very big and active, always pressing on my poor bladder.

“Come on, babies, come out, already,” I begged my twins as I waddled towards the kitchen.

Violet was in there most of the day over the last few weeks, at a little table to the side so she was out of the way. She was always hungry, and her ankles swelled too much to be walking back and forth from the alpha floor. She barely had my sympathies. I’ve been wearing Cade’s slippers for the last two months. My shoes didn’t fit and my feet felt like they were permanently swollen.

Some days she stayed on the alpha floor hanging out with Chris, but she hated being up there alone. When she knew he was going to be working or running around on errands, she would park herself near the closest source of food. This afternoon, Chris was training the beginner class, so we knew she would be there. Chris was already on paternity leave, but a last-minute issue with Zi and her previous pack had James flying with her to New York, and Chris agreed to step in for him, until he got back.

“Where' s Chris?” Cade asked, looking around suspiciously.

He and Chris had taken it upon themselves to never leave us alone over the last two weeks, in case one of us went into labor.

“I forgot my tablet and sent him upstairs for it,” Violet answered.

“It’s right here, Vi,” I told her, pulling it out of her backpack.

“I know,” she smirked, popping a cookie into her mouth.

“Cold, Violet,” Cade chuckled.

“He said I made a cute penguin,” she huffed.

Cade laughed and I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why’s that funny?” I asked.

“Not funny. Insensitive. Bad Chris,” Cade corrected right away.

“Violet, I can’t find it, baby.” Chris walked into the kitchen a few minutes later, looking defeated and frustrated.

“Oh, it was right behind my fuzzy blanket. My bad,” Violet deadpanned, making Chris narrow his eyes at her.

“That’s not very nice, Little Warrior.”

“Sorry, I don’t respond to that name, anymore. I was relabeled as a penguin this morning.”

I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t laugh at the helpless look on Chris’ face. In Violet’s defense, we were both ready to have our pups in our arms instead of inside our bodies. Chris was a sweetheart, and I knew he was trying to be adorable whenhe said it, but you don't tell a pregnant woman she'd make a cute penguin.

I wasn’t worried, though. He’d be a pro on what not to do by the next one. So would Cade for that matter. The number of times I almost made him sleep on the couch throughout this pregnancy, made me a little ashamed at how badly my moods swung, but I never actually made him sleep there, so it was fine. The only time I actually half meant it, he refused to sleep on the couch, telling me he was my gum. Whatever that meant. I didn’t fight him too hard on it. I loved waking up to him by my side.

Chris walked over to Violet and lifted her, before sitting down in her seat and placing her on his lap. He buried his face in her neck, and I saw Violet’s eyes glaze over as they mind-linked and made up. It took less than a minute for Violet to put down her cookie and wrap herself around him. Those two were adorable, and could barely stand to be away from each other, let alone stay angry.

I was still over the moon to be able to go on this journey with my sister. The time we spent together in Montana bonded us so much, that I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it every day. Thankfully, I wouldn’t have to experience it again. If I wanted to see my sister or any of my siblings, I simply had to take a short drive to see them.

“Alright, My Queen. Let's get you to the dining room for an actual lunch. You’re going to give birth to bunnies at the rate you’re eating those carrots,” Cade chuckled, helping me out of my seat.

I took two steps, and then I felt a pressure burst in my lower abdomen, and the pair of Cade’s sweatpants I was wearing became soaked.

“Fucking finally!” I breathed out in relief.

Violet squealed next to me and Cade froze.

“I’ll get a mop,” my mate said after twenty seconds of standing there.

“Umm, why don’t you take her to go change, and get her bag. I’ll clean up,” Chris chuckled.

“Right. That’s a much better idea,” Cade replied, not moving from his spot.

Violet giggled when I rolled my eyes, grabbed onto his hand, and pulled him behind me.

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