The drive home from the park was a cozy blur, Elias's hand resting possessively on my thigh as the SUV glided through Cheyenne's snowy streets. The winter sun dipped low, casting a golden hue over the landscape, but my thoughts lingered on the kids we'd watched, their laughter, their innocent energy stirring dreams of our own pup. The bond between us pulsed warmly, a silent conversation of love and anticipation. Elias glanced at me every few minutes, his golden eyes soft with that alpha tenderness that made my heart skip.
"Tired, love?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent pleasant shivers down my spine.
"A little," I admitted, leaning my head against the seat, my hand covering his on my leg. The pregnancy had me feeling a strange mix of exhausted and alive, hormones surging,
