He lowers me onto the bed like I’m something sacred. His hands cradle my belly, shielding our unborn son. I feel his love, his fear, his protectiveness flowing into me. Our son kicks hard beneath Kieran’s palms.
“He knows his father,” I whisper.
Kieran presses his forehead against my stomach. “I’m sorry I left. Even for a minute.”
I tug his hair gently until he looks up. His stormy gray eyes meet mine. The mate bond hums between us, wrapping around all three of us.
“You came back,” I say. “You always come back.”
He kisses me like he’s still making sure I’m real. One hand stays on my belly, feeling our son move. When we break apart, his forehead rests against mine.
“I love you,” he rasps. “More than territory. More than the pack. More than anything.”
Tears prick my eyes. “I love you
