He was still trying to take care of me. Still trying to make sure I didn’t overexert myself, still worried about what I’d wear, what I’d need, what would make me feel safe.
“Damon,” I whispered, because his name was all I could manage.
He leaned in and kissed my forehead.
“I’ll carry everything if I have to,” he said, and I felt his breath against my skin. “But I don’t want you lifting a single finger unless you have to. You’re carrying my pups. You’re carrying my future. That’s your only job, kitten.”
I nodded because my throat was too tight to answer.
My hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.
“I’ll bring one of your shirts,” I finally managed to say, voice trembling with everything I didn’t know how to say. “And maybe…maybe the perfume bottle you like.”
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