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A snort escaped me, and the crushing weight that had been on my chest seemed to ease off.
“I'm pretty sure if you don't cancel my contract so someone can be with Mable at all times, Spencer and Bear willactuallymake your life a living hell and tear you into little bits. So…”
Devin nodded, his brows up. “I genuinely think they would, as well. And besides, when it comes down to it, Mable is what matters. Mable and the little baby she’s carrying. Anything for them, yeah?”
Eyeing me, the pack lead stuck out a hand, and I took it, shaking. “Anything for them.”
Chapter 43
Mable
Why were there no cookies left?
I grumbled to myself as I slammed the pantry door shut. The reason we had no cookies left was becauseIhad eaten them all, but that didn't stop me from being irrationally angry about their disappearance—among other things. I had a remarkable short fuse as of late.But come on, you try being the size of a house and not crabby about it.
Pregnancy hormones were not fair.
Most of my guys were at practice, and Percy was in class but would be back soon. I was considering texting him and begging him to grab me some more cookies from that lovely bakery. I knew he would do it in a heartbeat, but I had been very demanding with my cravings as I approached the end of my pregnancy, and I was starting to feel a little guilty.
Except cookies…
I was a couple of weeks away from giving birth, and my little bean was measuring very large for her age. I could pop at any moment, really.
Fuck, I wasIfeeling huge. And I’d resorted to cursing about it.
It wasn't just my stomach, either. My tits had grown exponentially. I had gone from a modest B cup to a double D. Then there was the swelling. My ankles were basically balloons at this point. Thankfully, the guys kept giving me ankle rubs to help reduce some of that, but it was still irritating.
I was also under doctor’s orders to move around and drink tons of water, which, of course, led me to the bathroom about every fifteen minutes.
Speaking of…I really should go pour myself another glass. Because if I didn’t do it now, while I was in the kitchen, I wouldn’t. As I pulled down a glass from the cabinet and set it on the counter, I noticed something out of place. At first, I thought it was mail, but that didn’t usually come in pink envelopes without stamps.
Yeah, lying on the counter was a little pink envelope. Curious, I set my empty glass near the sink and then returned to where it was sitting so innocently, plucking it off the counter and checking the name.
Maple.
At the sight of my pen name, I smiled and opened it eagerly, my fingers trembling slightly.
Hey, Maple.
I hope you know how much we love you. There are cookies in the fridge from that bakery you love.
P.
Percy was a mind reader, a sexy,sexymind reader. Well, I wasn't going to say no to cookies. Keeping a hold of the paper, Iwaddled over to the fridge. I was past the point of being able to walk normally, but the guys insisted that the waddle was cute. I wasn't sure whether or not I believed them, but I was letting myself be delusional and think it was true.
My eyes zeroed in on the cookies pretty fast, but what pulled my attention away from them was the powder blue envelope on top, the nameMapleclear as day on it.
“Another one? What are these guys up to?” My heart was soaring as I grabbed the cookies and the letter, setting the food down on the counter as I pried open the paper.
Sweetness, our stunning pen pal.
I love how enthusiastic you are about plants. Anytime we're out and about and you see a new shrub, you get so excited. It's adorable, and I'm obsessed with it. I wanna spend the rest of my life seeing you get exuberantly excited over shrubs.
S.
“Saint,” I crooned. “You dope.”
And then it hit me. I’d found two, one from Percy and the other from Saint. Did Devin and Jasper get in on this letter-writing scavenger hunt? Grinning from ear to ear, I wandered through the penthouse, looking for more letters. Where would they put them?
