Page 75 of Bound

Either way, I feel much better this morning, especially when a certain ginger scented devil wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer, his morning wood digging into my lower back.

“Good morning, Princess,” he rumbles out, his voice fifty shades of husky and making Her Vagisty perk up.

“Good morning, love,” I reply, arching into him as he nuzzles my neck, sending shivers of delicious electricity skirting over my body. Naked as always when I’m in one of their beds, I actually should just bin all my PJs at this rate.

“You don’t know what it does to me when you call me that, Princess,” he growls out, his hand flexing on my stomach before dipping lower, but not quite low enough as he teases me.

“Ash, love,” I say, squirming and trying to get his hand where I need it to be. He growls again at the term of endearment, thrusting his hard length against my back, making me moan. “Stop being such a cunt tease.”

He huffs out a laugh against my neck, more tingles travelling over my skin as his warm breath caresses me. He moves his hand a fraction lower, then another, and just as he is about to reach the gold at the end of the rainbow—oh yeah, I just referred to my vajayjay as a pot of motherfucking gold—the door bursts open with a crash.

“Morning, campers!” Loki declares, strolling in with a swagger and a shit-eating grin. “I hate to stop what looks like a really fun time, but it’s nine-fifteen and we have to be there at ten.”

Ash groans behind me, the sound a match for my own frustration.

“Fine,” Ash practically snarls out, pushing up abruptly and letting all the warm air out of our little duvet cocoon.

“Don’t give me that look, Pretty Girl,” Loki admonishes me, still smiling like he’s thoroughly pleased at being a cockblocker. And cuntblocker.Bastard.“Let’s go meet our baby!” he shouts, and a flutter of anticipation alights in my stomach at the realisation that I will be meeting our baby for the first time today.

“Fine,” I huff, sitting up, less cross than I was when he first stormed in. “I needed a piss anyway.”

“Such a lady,” Loki jokes, laughing when I give him the middle finger and follow Ash out of the room, throwing on one of his shirts as I walk out.

Jax and Kai are already dressed, waiting in the living room for us, so Ash and I get a wriggle on and somehow manage to get ready in fifteen minutes. As we’re heading out of the door, Kai hands me a tupperware and a reusable thermos.

“Breakfast,” he tells me with a smile, and my mouth waters at the thought of my ginger, lemon, and honey tea, and peanut butter on toast. The same breakfast that I’ve eaten every morning for several weeks now thanks to Kai.

“You are a godsend, Kai Matthews,” I tell him, planting a kiss on his cheek as we leave.

The journey to the obstetricians luckily doesn’t take long, and soon we’re pulling up to a modern looking wood and glass building nestled in the forest.

Swallows Birthing Centreis engraved in elegant cursive on a brass plaque next to the glass door, which opens as we approach. Loki laughs and I turn around in my seat to look back at him.

“What’s so funny?” I question, seeing his grin get even wider.

“Well, you’ve gotta appreciate the irony of the name? I mean, if you had only swallowed that night we wouldn’t be here would we?” Then he bursts out laughing, and I can’t help but join him. I mean, it’s pretty fucking funny.

“Not funny,” Ash grumbles as we get out of the car, taking my hand as we walk towards the building.

We’re met by a smartly dressed man, in his mid-forties with dirty blond hair and a square jaw. He’s quite handsome for an older guy, if you’re into the whole age gap thing. There’s a younger looking woman next to him in light pink scrubs.

“Mr Vanderbilt,” he says in a soft calming voice, a broad smile on his face, and I’m instantly put at ease by his calming tone. “Welcome. And you must be Miss Darling, our mother-to-be. Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” I reply quietly, a fissure of excitement running through me at his words. It’s nice to have someone congratulate me, only the guys and Willow know that I’m pregnant, although we’ll have to announce it at some point. I won’t be able to hide it forever.That’s future Lilly’s problem.

“Welcome to Swallows. I am Dr. Arnold, and this is Lisa. She’ll be your midwife, alongside myself as your OB,” he tells us, the woman next to him giving a smile of her own. “Would you like your guests to sit in today too?” he asks, looking from me to Ash.

“Yes, please,” I reply as Ash gives a nod of assent.

“Excellent. If you’d like to follow me, let’s have a quick chat about dates, etc., then we can get to the scan so you can meet your baby.”

My hand grips Ash’s tightly as we walk after the doctor and midwife. Nervous butterflies flutter around in my stomach, threatening to bring my breakfast back up. We are taken into a large bright room with huge glass windows that look out into the forest.

“It’s blacked out glass so no one can see inside,” Lisa explains kindly, seeing my slight look of alarm.

“Thank goodness,” I whisper, clearing my suddenly dry throat as we sit down, Ash letting go of my hand. Lisa disappears briefly, opening what looks like a fridge on the other side of the room, then walks back over carrying a chilled bottle of water with her.

“Here,” she says, handing it to me with another smile.

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