ROBBIE POV
I’ve been waiting all day for dinner, and it’s not even because it’s pork chop night. That’s a bonus but not the reason that I’m nearly pissing my pants with excitement. “You should be happy, not pouty.” I scolded Ember, who was in my arms scowling.
Being carried had gotten old, I guess. Not matter. I still wasn’t over my moronic decision to allow everyone to convince me to put her in harm’s way. Not only did that mean her feet didn’t touch the ground, but they also didn’t leave our home. No part of her did for that matter.
Considering it’s only been three days, I’d say she’s lucky we’re joining everyone for dinner so soon. “You should be levelheaded, not so extreme.” She hissed, narrowing her eyes. How was carrying my pregnant mate such an extreme action? Wait… did I really
