96. Raven
I swallowed hard as my fingers gently rubbed over the curve of my stomach. I sat upright on the bed after Norman helped me up from the floor.
Now, we were sitting on the bed, lost in each other's eyes and hands.
My belly had gotten heavier by now, our pups growing inside me like seeds soaking in the sun of my warmth and it was the best feeling in the world.
The room was quiet now, comfortably so, the tension that had surrounded us earlier having had disappeared into thin air and my heart felt at home, the experience of being kidnapped long gone from my bones.
The fire in the hearth crackled softly, and the scent of roasted cinnamon from the tea Wren brewed earlier still lingered in the air, abandoned on the bedside table and Norman was carefully caressing my building belly
