"Then as my mate and the woman who raised my son, who now carries my child, you're his mother, Braelyn. We spoke about it, and heagreed that he wants you, too. He's excited at the idea of siblings." "Siblings?" I asked, faltering at his words. Saint paused and turned to steady me as he peered up at me, eyes sparkling with laughter at my shocked question."You once promised me all the babies. I want you to keep that promise," he whispered huskily, his hands coming up to grip my hips. "Once you've healed from this one, of course. You wanted my babies once, Brat. I can admit to using ulterior motives for this one, and I'll allow nature to take its course from here on out. That doesn't change that I want you to be the only mother to my children. You're my mate, and Fenrir, himself, blessed us. So, yes, I want all the babies you promised me.""I was a child and didn't realize I'd have to be fat and awkward when I made that promise. Look at me, I waddle.""You're fucking gorgeous, Brae.""
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