Alexander caressed my growing abdomen as I munched onto my sandwich. Once again, the smell of meat was making me nauseous lately so Jonathan thankfully made sure to not put any on it. I leaned against his chest as the base of my spine ached.
"You okay?" he leaned in and whispered in my ear. Then, snuggling the tip of his nose into my hair, he planted a soft kiss on my mark. "You seem to be restless."
"I'm fine," I swallowed and purred at the sensation of his pheromones. I chucked the last of my sandwich into my mouth and placed my hands on top of his, which were resting on my stomach.
"You're getting bigger now."
With a chuckle, I said, "Yeah. My back is starting to hurt from the weight."
For the past month or so, there had been zero—absolutely zero—advances by the rebels. After Rogu
