Chapter Eighty-Five

Better late than never.

I manage to cook Tate and I some dinner and plate some up for Colette, in case she gets overly hungry in the night. I find some biscuits in the cupboard and take them upstairs along with a bottle of water for Colette, to keep by her side of the bed. I carry the baby up in the moses basket, when she starts to stir from the movement. I rock her back to sleep gently and watch her in awe as she makes a little gurgling sound. She settles herself back to sleep as Tate enters with Colette in his arms.

“Put her here.” I say, laying down some towels just in case. She was annoyed with her new towels being used, I hate for these to be her favourite bed sheets!

“Are you okay?” He whispers at me as I wince in pain again from my heat symptoms.

“Nothing sleep won’t solve.” I smile at him.

“Okay, I’ll lock up and sleep on the couch just in case Mav panics and comes back in the night.”

“Why would he panic?”

“Well he’ll probably feel it all through the bond, how Colette was