Briar-
3 weeks later
A moan escapes my lips. I’m in absolute heaven right now. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Then I hear the machine get unplugged from the wall socket. I open my eyes to find my unhappy mate staring down at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Briar, don’t make me trash this machine.” Ronan warns. I’m sitting in his office in the monstrosity of a massage pod. It is literally holding me like a baby. Plus I’m enjoying peanut butter with sliced dill pickles. The twins and I are in heaven. Not so much their daddy who has sequestered me to his hip. I’m next to his desk as he works. At the rate these babies are growing, he says he doesn’t want to miss a thing. Hence, my new accommodations. I honestly don’t mind since this pregnancy is new for everyone. And Iron Claw is still rec
