Mate to a king

Me and James have been away for about 3 days now.

If you are wondering where we are, well James had decided to take me to Barbados.

The sun was always belting down which isn't surprising really.

Despite my large stomach I currently am laying down on the beach in my Bikini.

James is lying asleep next to me.

Looking as handsome as ever.

We are only going away for a week, just incase as I am so close to the end of the pregnancy.

He won't stop arguing with me over the gender.

He really wants a girl so he can spoil her whereas I really want a boy to look just like his daddy.

Whatever we have, it won't make much difference.

I kinda am hoping I have twins. A girl and a boy, but the chance of that is low right now.

distance, crashing against the shore, soothes the ringing I'm my ears.

as if there was a fly buzzing around in

creating a terrible sound.

reframing from doing so just to help

.......

3 years later.

Bloom

years. Three years since I had my fist child. One year since my second.

was a boy who we named Damien, whilst the second, a girl, we named

the last few year that we

after the wedding. Everything seemed and still seems calm. James

a new friend. She is called

*Flashback*

go and check out this rogue sighting." James whispered, walking in to the room, careful not to

your mum to, I want to come with you." I groaned,

him out of my sight

stay with me at all times

middle of the night with who knows what

time it became easier was when I heard it. The whimpering. A quiet howl before once again,

from, I noticed that James had pushed me protectively behind him.