Caz Eight months ago, Kyra told me she was pregnant. It was the most terrified and excited I have ever felt. Now, the anxiety is back. Actually, anxiety doesn't begin to cover it. I worry about Kyra constantly. Her stomach is so big it's hard for her to move. Every time she stands, I imagine seventeen different ways she could fall, trip, lose her balance, or somehow injure herself. So, I have put her on bedrest. Kyra prefers to call it my completely unnecessary attempt to imprison her. I prefer keeping my very pregnant mate and the precious cargo she carries alive. We have agreed to disagree. "She's walking down the stairs," Sinister says nervously. "I can see that," I growl. I hurry toward her before she can make it another step. Kyra immediately glares at me. "I'm pregnant, not disabled, Cassius." "I know." Momma C doesn't even look up from the tiny shirt she's folding. "You've told him that every day for three months." "And apparently, he needs to hear it a
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