The Lost Pack
I sit up slowly, and instantly they jump into action, Ryder behind me, helping me sit, Parker steadying the tray in front of me, Callen fluffing a pillow like he’s auditioning for a housekeeping competition, and Remy hovering behind them all like he’s calculating how many threats exist within a five-mile radius.
“Guys,” I say, trying not to laugh, “I’m pregnant. Not made of glass.”
All four freeze mid-movement at my saying the words out loud for the first time. They look like they absolutely do not believe me.
“You are literally carrying a goddess-blessed pup,” Callen says. “You are made of glass.”
“Porcelain,” Parker corrects gently. “Very precious porcelain.”
Ryder presses a kiss on the ba
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