Amara was happily lying in bed, Damien having been forced downstairs at her insistence.
"But I want to stay with you" he'd whined and she'd shot him a look. One that said not to mess with her.
"You have important pack business and I just want to lie around for a bit" she'd said, "maybe even a nap. I don't want you to hover over me like I'm a small child in need of help. I can deal Damien, I'm pregnant, for heaven's sake, not an invalid anymore."
He'd sighed, looking unhappy. "You'll take it easy", he checked, and she nodded firmly "and you'll mind-link me if you need anything, anything at all? I don't care if it's just food" he said sternly, and she nodded again, feeling extremely amused at how reluctant he was to leave her.
He kissed her on the forehead. "Fine, but remember that I
