Sixty Two
"We need to talk."
The statement rings in a way that could make your partner nervous, insecure even. It's exactly what Terrence was feeling at the moment.
Watching his mate cradle his belly as he sat down, pale hand anchoring himself on the bed, Terrence dug his brains to find a way to reverse the feeling he was having, and the situation he was in.
The young Aurora pulled a chair and placed in front of Timothee, sat down on it, chest hammering in fear. Only Timothee can make him feel that way. Slowly he raised his head and was met by his pregnant mate's serious gaze.
"I'm not gonna eat you even if I feel like biting you right now for the attitude you just pulled on me. Your jealousy was out of line today."
"Timothee..."
Timothee sighed as he looked towards his left wher
