THIRTY SEVEN – PLAN IN MOTION

MIRA

My arse hurts from sitting on the sofa all day. By the time Vanessa returns, I can barely move.

She breezes in, bringing her comforting vanilla scent with her.

“Hey, bebita. Sorry I’m late.” She drops a kiss on both my cheeks and moves away to grab a bottle of water.

I stare at her for a moment. Her pregnancy bump is beginning to show. Not long until I get to hold my little god-son or god-daughter. Who would’ve thought?

“Hey. I’m even surprised that Damon let you come back here.”

Vanessa sends me an exasperated look over the top of her water bottle.

“He’s not the boss of me.”

I simply raise my brows at her until she gives up with a little huff.

“Well, it took a lot of convincing on my part. I think I even cried and everything.

Anyways, he’s not letting me sleep here. He just said I could come see you for a couple of hours. He’s starting to become a controlling prick.”

She rolls her eyes but I can tell from the sparkle in those blue depths that she’s nothing less than happy abo