Chapter 23

Emma

Much to Reed’s satisfaction, I wind up sleeping with my head placed over his heart. My pregnant belly isn’t big yet, so I can still sleep in any position. Tonight, I unconsciously choose “the noodle” position while cuddling with my mate.

I sleep like a rock.

The only problem is that it’s embarrassing when I wake up and find myself using Reed’s pectoral muscles as my own personal stress balls. I immediately stop squeezing them and lift my eyes to his amused blue.

“Go on,” he teases. “I really don’t mind.”

I blush furiously and smack his shoulder lightly. “You’re impossible,” I grumble, trying to sit up, but my back gives a telltale ache that makes me groan.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” Reed says, worry lines etching themselves on his forehead. “You’re pregnant and shouldn’t be moving around like a ninja.”

He assists me gently into a sitting position, one arm securely around my waist and the other hand running soothing circles on my back.

It feels nice.

I can’t help the sigh of r