Page 266 of Knot What I Expected

Us.

Mine and Matteo’s things are going to Rowan’s cabin permanently.

Swoon.

And yes, because my mate is the best, he’s already started building an addition that includes two more bedrooms and a playroom.

Calling it moving in at this point is kind of ridiculous considering we haven’t slept at my apartment since Gia’s birthday party.

Three weeks.

Three whole weeks of waking up beside Rowan.

Three weeks of watching my son slowly take over that man’s cabin one dinosaur at a time.

There are crayons on Rowan’s kitchen table. A plastic T-Rex lives permanently on the bathroom counter.

Matteo’s sneakers sit beside Rowan’s enormous work boots by the front door. My sneakers are on the other side.

And two nights ago, I walked into the living room to find the terrifying True Alpha Wolf asleep on the couch with my son sprawled across his chest, both of them snoring.

My heart still hasn’t recovered from that one.

Three weeks.

Which reminds me...

That’s enough time.

Enough time for us to find out whether that night—our first night as fully claimed mates—bore any fruit.

I glance at the clock. It’s almost time for Rowan to come get me. I’m so impatient these days. Being with him is just... everything.

I’ve never felt so complete. So seen. So taken care of as I do when I’m with him.

God, I love that man.

My hand drifts toward my belly. I bite my lip.

Could I really be pregnant? A strange combination of hope and fear twists through me. I love my son.

Lord knows I do.

Matteo is the best thing that ever happened to me.

But my pregnancy with him? Pretty fucking miserable. There was no excited father pressing his hand to my stomach, waiting to feel the baby kick.

No nursery.

No arguing over names.

No late-night runs for whatever weird thing I suddenly decided I needed to eat.

I spent most of that pregnancy in chains and afraid.

Afraid of Ethan.

Afraid of the Wake.