로그인~Amelia~While Kaden dealt with Blake, I had some unfinished business with Mara.She got to her feet slowly, one hand pressed to her side, blood at the corner of her mouth, and looked at me like she could not decide whether to spit on me or laugh.That look alone pissed me off.
~Amelia~I should have felt happy.But Tara stirred uncomfortably.My smile faded.Kaden noticed immediately.
~Amelia~I changed my mind about the dress three times.Not because anything was wrong with it, it fit, it moved right, it wasn't going to trip me if I had to run. But I kept putting it on and looking at myself and thinking: this is the dress. This is the one I'm wearing when everything becomes permanent. And then I'd take it off because that felt like too much to hold while also trying to do my hair.
~Amelia~It was actually perfect inside. Soft everywhere, dim, smelled like his hoodie. He'd already put the TV remote within reach. I pulled a blanket over my legs and immediately felt about seventy percent better, which I was not going to tell him because he would be insufferable about it.He appeared with a bowl of sour gummies, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, the jar of pickles I'd been eating straight from for two weeks, and a box of those chocolate-covered pretzels I'd mentioned wanting exactly once three days ago.He remembered the pretzels.I was not going to make a thing of it. But I noticed."Pick something to watch," he told me, dropping in next to me."I don’t mind watching a cartoon."He stared at me with disbelief."You said pick something and I think the baby wants it too."He took the remote and put it on without another word. He pulled my legs across his lap, opened the gummies, held one out. I took it. He opened the chips and set them between us. Settled in with his
~Amelia~I woke up dizzy.Flat on my back, ceiling spinning slow, and for a second I thought it was just the pregnancy doing its thing. Then I tried to sit up and the room tilted hard and I grabbed the edge of the mattress like it was going somewhere.Tara was not calm. She was pacing the inside of me, agitated in a way that had nothing to do with a threat outside. I got to the bathroom. Splashed cold water on my face. Gripped the sink and looked at myself in the mirror and thought: great. Twelve hours before the ceremony. Perfect timing.Kaden was in the doorway before I finished the thought."You're white, tell me what’s going on." he requested. "A great way to start our mornings, don’t you think so?"He crossed the bathroom in three steps and took my arm. "Is it the baby again?""I can’t say but all I know is I feel dizzy. My wolf is restless but I think I’ll be fine in an hour or two." I let him steer me back to the bed. He was already on his phone. “Eli, I need you here in the
~Amelia~I was in the kitchen minding my own business, tea, crackers, the baby doing her usual morning gymnastics against my ribs when his mother walked in.My first thought was: so this is how it ends.My second thought was: I should have eaten more of those crackers while I had the chance.
AMELIA’S P.O.V“I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely before stepping aside.I tried to hide the small smile on my face as we made our way in. She held onto my hand and I was greeted with the smell of paper and ink. It was a rather distinct smell and wasn’t what one would usually enjoy but I loved it be
AMELIA’S P.O.VThe inside was gorgeous to say the least.The ceiling was so tall that I couldn’t touch it even if I stood on a table. It was completely bare but as Kaden outlined what he planned for each space, I could almost see the vision come to life. The downstairs was going to be the family room,
BLAKE’S P.O.VWaiting patiently had always been something I did extremely well. I was naturally a patient person and I believed in the long game but I was starting to get increasingly frustrated by how long of a game this was becoming. With every passing second, it became harder not to storm that gro
AMELIA’S P.O.VSerena and I sat alone in the middle of her living room drinking vodka and taking ice cream. To be fair, she did most of the vodka and I stuck with ice cream. I had never truly been a fan of alcohol, the first sip was just out of solidarity for her. Thankfully, she didn’t get drunk see







