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I was smart.
Instead, I was a fool, a fool in love, and this fool was about to steal his mate back.
For good.
Chapter 30 Ren
Imight have been insane. Okay, so we’d already established that I was three fruits shy of a complete salad, but I missed Caleb like crazy, and I felt so alone. It grated on my nerves that I wanted to cry constantly, but it was true. I missed him a lot.
Okay, so part of that was probably pregnancy hormones, and as I thought it, I heard a high-pitched scream in my head because I was terrified. Happy, excited, and terrified.
Mostly terrified because hello, been here, done this, lost the baby.
“Hey! You shut up. This is different.” I warned myself, sucking in a breath of air to stifle a sniffle because I refused to cry.
I was happy, dammit. I wanted this baby, and thinking about it made me all warm and fuzzy inside when I thought about a little boy who looked like Caleb. I was also thinking he’d be as grumpy, growly, and surly as Caleb, and the image was so cute I giggled as I wiped away happy tears.
“You know, I love you, but you’re acting crazier than usual.” Trey mused, sliding a plate over the table that made my stomach growl and roil at the same time.
I didn’t need to test my gag reflex. Not after projectile vomiting on Trey this morning. The guy had heaved, which resulted in a high-pitched scream from him, more heaving, and eventual vomiting. From him.
And then me because seeing him puke set me off again. Suffice it to say, he'd cleaned up a lot of puke this morning because I refused. What am I, a freaking slave? Besides, I physically couldn’t since I had passed out and slept for an hour after, something Dr. Triss assured me was normal for pregnant shifters. I didn’t remember being that way with the first, but to be honest, I didn’t think I was thinking clearly then. Mostly I was working all the time and so tired even if I wanted to sleep, I couldn’t.
“Says you. This looks lovely.” I sighed, giving the pasta a look as I kept my words to myself because it was overcooked.
And smelled…weird.
“Oh, shut up. I tried, okay. The recipe was really difficult to read, and I forgot to set the damn timer. At least try it.” He said, sounding so hurt I swallowed and told my cub not to be a baby.
We could take it.
When I did taste it, it wasn’t terrible. It was overcooked, and Trey seemed to have an unhealthy hand with garlic, but I managed to eat it anyway when I suddenly felt hunger strike.
“That wasn’t bad.” I smiled, chewing on my lip, when he chuckled and poured me a glass of wine.
I could drink it, seeing as shifter females could do anything while pregnant. Something about our biology allowed us to drink and do a lot of things without risking the baby. Basically, our animal genetics protected the pregnancy, but I didn’t want to risk it.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine, Trey. Honestly, you have to stop asking me that. I’m just tired.”
“And you miss him. Come on, babe, give the guy a chance. I already showed you the video of him screaming like a soprano after he killed Shane and thought you were dead. It was cute, wasn’t it?” he asked hopefully, snickering when I sucked on my lip to stop my laughter.
It was funny, and I nearly wet myself. All I could think of when I saw it was that play where the guy screams, ‘Stellaaa!’. I hadn’t ever seen it, but I saw a meme of it, and I laughed so hard when I watched the video I literally wet my pants.
“Fine. It was funny, and yeah, I do miss him. But he doesn’t deserve it. The man hasn’t even bothered to grovel!” I huffed, offended to the core.
Was it too much to ask that he grovel for me? I didn’t count his sad looks and the stalking, either. That was weird, and if I didn’t trust him implicitly, it would be scary.
“Babe, he’s a mess. Worse than when he lost Joyce because this time he isn’t feral.”
“Exactly. He went all feral for her. What about me?” I yelled, my lip poking out petulantly until Trey snickered and reached over to pat my hand.
“Honey, I think...maybe Caleb won’t let himself go feral because he has so much to lose, and he’s terrified to lose his mind and miss a chance to get you back.”
Aw—
“Oh, shut up! Sorry, Trey, not you. Me.” I muttered, smiling when Trey smirked and chuckled, already well aware of my quirks. “I love him, and I’m glad he…feels fated to me, but I don’t believe in fating the same way you guys do, and I don’t put all that much stock in it. Just look at his previous mating. Apparently, he was supposed to be with her, but a worse match I can’t think of! And I was married to Shane.” I pointed out, giggling when Trey shuddered dramatically and smoothed his perfect hair back.
