Lunar Lake
Celia rubbed her tummy, “In a month, on the 14th. He is going to be a handful, I can tell already.”
“Have you picked out any names for them yet?”
“Them? There is only one big one,” she giggled.
“Did Tyler tell you why he didn’t want you to touch me?” I asked.
“I just thought it was a mate thing. Mates can be so jealous if someone else touches them,” she shrugged.
“He’s not my mate.”
“You keep telling yourself that, I know better.”
I huffed then leaned over and whispered, “If people touch me, I get visions, and you my dear, are having twins.”