Page 102 of Fight for Me

Kade hmphed, then stood. “I’m going to go prep. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“I’ll be ready.”

Kade nodded and left. Blane heard the front door open and close. He went back to perusing the file.

Daniel returned and approached Blane. “She was just waking when I took in her breakfast. She asked after you and I told her you would be up to see her.” His tone was slightly chastising and Blane hid a smile.

“Of course,” he said, setting aside the folder along with the papers. He dabbed his mouth with the linen napkin and stood. “I’ll go up immediately. Thank you.”

Daniel nodded, satisfied, and Blane headed upstairs.

Anne was attacking the breakfast with single-minded devotion when he entered the bedroom. She glanced up at him and smiled.

“No morning sickness today!” She was elated. “And breakfast in bed? Daniel is so sweet.” She ate another bite of the waffle which was now covered in blueberry compote and whipped cream.

The pleasure of making sure Anne was fed and cared for filled Blane. It was that lizard brain thing that wanted to keep his mate safe and healthy.

He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. Her hair was delightfully mussed, her eyes bright. She wore a T-shirt he’d given her last night. It was hopelessly too big, but he liked seeing her in his clothes. Lizard brain again. Mine.

“Your plans today?” he asked.

“Well, I need to get home. Mom called and they’re frantic to see me, make sure I’m okay. Though I told them that I’m fine.” She rolled her eyes. “And we’re supposed to go cake shopping.” She glanced at him. “Do you have a preference on cake?”

“I’m sure whatever you choose will be wonderful. Just no coconut.”

She grimaced. “Agree. It just gets soggy and overwhelms all the other flavors.”

“I’ve had some clothes bought for you,” he said. “They’re in the closet.”

Anne’s fork paused on the way to her mouth. “Really?”

Blane smiled. “Of course. I don’t want you to have to pack a bag when you stay here. There’s also your own toothbrush and toiletries. Daniel put everything in the bathroom.”

To his horror, she began to cry.

He scooted forward, putting his arms around her. “What’s wrong? Anne? What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she snuffled through the tears. “It’s just so…sweet!” Her voice ended in a squeak as another burst of tears erupted.

Ah. Pregnancy hormones. Blane smiled in relief. He could deal with this.

“I love you,” he said. “I’ll try to make your life easier, if I can. Always.”

Her face was buried in his shoulder and she sniffed. He thought she might’ve wiped her nose on his shirt, not that he cared.

She let go of him and resumed eating her breakfast. She’d made a pretty good dent in it.

“Are you working today?” she asked.

“I do have some things to attend to today.” Like breaking Mamoud’s legs. “But I can take you home when you’re ready.”

She nodded. “Okay. I’ll shower and dress when I’m through.”

Blane kissed her forehead and stood. “I’ll be in my study.”

Anne mumbled something, her mouth full. Blane assumed it was assent. He grinned and let himself out of the bedroom.

In the study, he hit a hidden button underneath his desk and a panel slide aside in the wall. He’d indulged in a James Bond type storage for his weapons and they were all displayed there behind the hidden panel, bathed in a soft light.

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