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Strangely enough, even with their tall frames, I don’t feel nervous. They seem to be the same height, which isn’t all that surprising considering everything else is identical, which puts them both about a head or two taller than my five foot six inches self.
Julie heads through to the kitchen where her husband is, leaving me with the two completely strange men, and that only increases my anxiety. Phoebe settles almost instantly, her icy grey eyes peering up at me.
“Can I… can I touch her?” Seb asks, inching even closer. I raise an eyebrow, and he closes in on himself. Guilt immediately wracks my body, and I nod slowly.
“Um, I’ve not yet let anyone but me hold her,” I say, and a sad look overtakes him. “But if you sit, I’ll show you how to do it.”
He immediately moves to the armchair, and I watch as he gets comfortable. My heart is pounding as I move forward, preparing to hand over my baby. Is this how every new mum feels?
“Just rest your arms like that,” I say before gently placing her into the nook of his elbow. He beams down at my daughter, and for some stupid reason, tears well up in my eyes.
“You’re making her cry,” Ben snarls, glaring at Seb. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll make him give you back our angel before I beat him up.”
“Whoa, what?” I gasp, stepping closer to Phoebe. Our angel? Beat him up? “I think?—”
Phoebe turns into Seb’s arm, rooting for a boob. I smile, the weird moment with Ben passing as I watch her.
“She’s being weird,” Ben says, and Seb freezes as if he’s scared to move just in case it’ll upset her.
“She’s hungry,” I say gently, stepping closer. “Let me take her back so that I can feed her.”
“I can,” Seb offers—more like demands.
“No, you really can’t,” I say, giggling at the offended look on his face. “I breastfeed, Seb.”
“You breastfeed?”
I gesture to my boobs, and his eyes lock onto them. A slow smile appears on his face, and I roll my eyes. I step forward, gently taking Phoebe from him. My tiny human does the cutest newborn scrunch before trying her best to locate my boobs. Whether it’s normal for newborns to scent the milk this well or if it’s just a werewolf trait, it’s very cute.
I settle on the sofa and undo the snap on my nursing bra. I feed my nipple through the specially designed nursing top and latch Phoebe. With a relieved sigh—engorgement is no joke—I let my eyes flutter closed.
“What the fuck?” Ben whispers, edging closer to me. His pitch has risen again. “She’s feeding from you.”
“I know,” I say, opening my eyes to give him the weird look.
“But she’s a wolf.”
“I know that, too,” I say quietly.
“And you’re a human.”
“Again, I know that.”
Ben tilts his head, looking at his brother, who shrugs before turning back to me. “I didn’t know it was possible. All our human women turn before carrying a baby.”
“I see,” I say, although I most definitely do not. “Well, Phoebe has nearly regained her birth weight and is doing really well, so I think we’re managing just fine even with my… deficiency.”
“It’s not your fault,” Ben says, patting my arm sympathetically. Arrogant prick. I was being sarcastic.
“So perfect,” Seb says, and I’m unsure if he means me or Phoebe. “Sit there?” He points at the spot right near me.
“Um, sure,” I reply, and he moves faster than I’ve ever seen someone move. He perches on the arm of my chair, watching my daughter feed with a fascination that should be seen as creepy but is somehow sweet.
“Would you like a drink?” Ben asks, looking up from his phone. “You need to stay hydrated while breastfeeding.”
“I’ve got a glass of water on the table and some juice in the nappy bag,” I say, but he shakes his head, mumbling under his breath about hydration fruits and his mate deserving the best as he walks away.
“She’s so tiny,” Seb whispers in awe. He checks around, maybe seeing if we’re alone, before giving me a tentative smile. “I’ve never liked babies. But I already love her.”
