ABL 59: Our Friends

"Are you sure you're okay?" Miall asked again, holding my face in his hands, and I nodded.

"Yes, it was just a little dream scare," I muttered, pulling his hands off my face. "What I'm not okay with is how you slept still inside me," I said as I tied my hair.

He smiled sheepishly and ran his fingers through his hair while sliding his other hand underneath his shirt. "Are we still talking about that?"

"Well, you're still talking about how I woke up," I shrugged, and he pointed to the bruise on his chest. "Fair point."

"But seriously, what were you dreaming of when your elbow had to meet my beautifully crafted chest aggressively?"

"Has anyone ever told you how arrogant you are?"

"No, just you," his smile was proud. "That's why you're my mate," he clasped his hands together; I'm getting married to a psychopath.

"Do I still have a chance to run away?" I joked, and he gave me an incredulous gasp.

"You must be out of your mind if you thought you even had a chance," he said, and