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Chapter 409 Touch Just the Faintest

Cora

After a few minutes of this – or maybe an hour, I honestly don’t know how time works here – the baby’s happiness fades away and then into silence. But not in a bad way – more like he just…

“He fell asleep,” Roger murmurs, laughing a little and falling back on the bed, taking me with him since his arms are still wrapped around me.

“It’s too early for the baby to sleep…” I murmur, confused. “That happens around like, the seventh month -”

“All right, Dr. Cora,” Roger mutters, and I can hear him rolling his eyes, even though I can’t see it, which makes me laugh. “Considering that we’re hanging out on a magical dream beach, passing our emotions down a magical bond with our unborn child, I don’t really think that your medical knowledge is coming into play here -”

“Oh shut up,” I murmur, slapping his chest and sighing with contentment. Roger laughs and takes a deep breath of my scent.

“That was amazing,” he whispers. I’ll never forget that as long as I live.”

“Do you think we just felt it because we’re here?” I ask, still likewise thrilled. “Or, will we feel it when we’re awake too?”

“I don’t know,” Roger replies. “But maybe something about being in the dream amplified it. I guess we’ll find out.”

“Yeah,” I say, happy, content. Because as much as I want to feel it all the time, I am also content to wait, to experience all parts of this pregnancy in their own time. “I guess we will.”

And I close my eyes and relax against my mate, little shivers passing through me as he traces his fingers idly over the skin of my back, both of us still marveling in the magic of that incredible first connection with the baby.

But suddenly, something changes. And I open my eyes to see my wolf standing there on the beach, just a short distance away.

and looks where I’m looking, likewise catching sight

says, likewise sitting up and holding me close against

don’t reply as I look at my wolf, at all of the thousand shades of brown that run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I know

I know, instinctually, that Roger hears her as

look at each other, laughing. Because neither of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re standing, my wolf dances in an

quickly, both dying to see what

far, another shadow detaches itself from the forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as

Roger murmurs, shooting me a grin before his

shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself around my body, as he does now. You are mine. You should

fur. Roger laughs as well and puts his arm around my shoulder when

was

my wolf gives another little yip, calling us forward. Confused, but pleased, Roger and I start out again.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join &

what is happening,”

think it’s gonna be good,” I say,

my wolf stops beside a little patch of green bushes and again turns in her eager circle. Her prancing

says, her tongue lolling as Roger’s wolf stands proudly at her shoulder. We

the little bundle of fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft bed of leaves. Roger almost collapses next to me, his hands hitting the sand hard – I think saving him from falling flat on his

I say, my voice trembling and my entire body shaking as I reach out towards the incredibly perfect, incredibly tiny

barely, just barely feel the brush of fur against them – though not

voice full of love and pride. He

own shock and disappointment and joy

baby yet this…this is