Felt

Arielle’s POV

When Scar and I got back home that evening, we made love until dawn in his room. By the time our bodies were sated, my head was spinning. The sex had taken all of the oxygen out of me, making it hard for me to think straight. In fact, it felt like something was trying to claw its way out from the base of my skull.

But all that was soon forgotten when I was tugged into the comfort of his arms as he fell asleep next to me. Even though it was a Friday night, my body still craved the feel of him next to me every morning. My hand slipped down over my belly to the little bundle that was beginning to poke at me with a tiny fist.

I was almost due, almost.

It wouldn’t be long now before we would have a child, one that was just as precious to both of us, as Scar.

I couldn't wait for it.

The next day my things were moved to the Scar’s room and I couldn't stop the excitement I felt, happiness flowed through my veins dancing and twitching like it belonged there and even if we liked