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My love grabs one of my hands and squeezes it. I love you, I mouth to him. Love you more, he mouths in return.
Caden nods reluctantly. “Well, I just hope it’s not Sarah because she’s really annoying.”
I laugh because Caden and Selene’s daughter, Sarah, are only a couple weeks apart. They’ve, of course, been growing up together and a match between the two of them would be amazing. But evidently my son believes otherwise.
“You might change your mind someday, Cay,” Marcus says. “Probably about the time you turn twelve or thirteen. You’ll likely see her in a completely different light then.”
“I don’t see how. She’ll still be annoying.”
Later that night when Marcus is the big spoon to my little spoon, his hands are on my stomach.
Our baby kicks at his hand.
“He’s active tonight,” he says.
“Or she. And yes, almost more so at night.”
“You know sometimes I think about that stupid house cat that tried to claim you for his own mate,” he says.
I chuckle. “Why would you think about him?”
“Probably should have sent him a thank you gift for knocking some sense into me.”
“You would have figured it out on your own eventually. We were meant to be. You can’t fight that kind of thing.”
“You’re right. Eventually my bear would have kicked my ass and made me see reason.”
“Or maybe I would have done that.”
“Kicked my ass?”
“It could happen. I might have to stand on a stool.”
“Love you, Sweetness.”
“Love you, my mate.”
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