Chapter 20 – Shower

Ella

I dream that I’m on a boat, rocking gently in a starlit sea. I stare up at the night sky, bathed in the light of the full moon. My belly is swollen with my pup, and Sinclair is beside me, telling me stories about shifters – all the myths and legends of his people. His voice carries me along the waves, until he begins describing the life we’ll have together with our baby. He paints a picture of perfection, a happy life as a family of three – my child and I pampered and cared for while he rules his empire, wanting for nothing.

It all seems too good to be true, and it’s not until I realize I’m dreaming that I understand why. When I blink my eyes open, I realize that there are tears in them. I really am rocking, but not in any boat. Sinclair is carrying me inside from the car and clearly trying very hard not to wake me.

I must have fallen asleep. I realize dazedly.

“You don’t have to carry me.” I murmur, hoping the emotion in my voice can be passed off as grogginess.

“Hush now.” He croons, “I don’t mind. You just rest.”

Another time I might argue, but I’m so sleepy, and his arms feel so good around me that I just snuggle in. To my surprise, Sinclair leans his face towards my hair and inhales a deep breath. “You smell more like a wolf every day.” He shares. “The baby must be very healthy.”

This idea makes me smile, “Will I be able to feel it move soon, if pregnancy is so much shorter?”

“After a couple of months, yes.” He confirms.

This is still sooner than human babies quicken, but I feel so impatient. “Hmph, that’s so long to wait.”

Sinclair chuckles. “Maybe, but it will be so worth the wait, sweet Ella.”

worry. It’s been on my mind ever since the doctor told me the

so cautious with you – I don’t want anything

scoff, pressing my nose to his chest and inhaling his own scent. “I think you just like telling people what to

flashes in his eyes, but he smirks, “Keep it up you naughty thing, and I’ll show you what strict really is.” Before I can respond or contemplate what this might mean, he pushes into my bedroom, striding towards

want a shower

It’s very late.”

not feeling clean.” After a childhood of almost always feeling dirty, it had

cascade of water, feeling more and more myself as more

I don’t know how I can recognize his growl from anyone elses,

reverberating around the small space, and I cry out in fear, unable to stay quiet. I don’t think ten seconds passed before the

and finds me curled up in a ball in the corner. “I swear someone was in here with me.” I confess shakily. “I

even further as he begins scenting the air and searching the room. “I don’t smell anything” He tells me after a moment, “but I’ll have the guards search anyway, just in case” He charges

into his arms. “It’s okay

I don’t know what’s wrong with

okay, it’s probably just all the stress piling up on you.” He reasons. “But if you don’t feel

nod into his chest, realizing it’s bare for the first time. He must have been getting ready

my legs up into his arms, or think about stopping to grab night clothes, I simply let Sinclair carry me back to his rooms. When

spinning

is focused on me, and suddenly I’m painfully aware of the

scent.”

only going to sleep. No one is going to

“We can’t take

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