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“We are volatile. Do you realise that in order to make a healthy, conscious decision for our baby we need to figure our mess out? How...how long before he’s here? A couple of months? If...If you and I are still at odds, skirting around eachother unable to meet eyes, don’t you think our baby will eventually pick up on that energy?” Avery was wringing her hands, this wast the most she’d spoken ever since she’d come to this house. She was unsettled, unsafe in her position as his mate and so fearful of what the future had in store for them. She had her head bowed down, her eyes transfixed on her hands that lay in her lap.
How could he erase her fears? Lysander asked himself. That was high on his list of things to to. Make his mate realise that she was safe as long as he was breathing.
