The Girl He Marked

Chapter 32

Paige's POV. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

'Baby, you know that I would never lie to you.'

I scrunch up my nose and keep staring.

'Stop staring, let it go.'

'You promise' I pout.

Logan sighs and comes over to stand next to me. He places his hands on my shoulders and makes me

face him.

'Look at me,' he urges. I look up and meet his eyes. 'I'm telling you; your ankles are not fat.'

I push my bottom lip out and then try to see my ankles. I can't even see them if I look down; my bump

is too big. I resort to the mirror and inspect them once more.

They're definitely bigger than they used to be. I hope they go back to their normal size after this

pregnancy.

'You are gorgeous,' Logan says warmly. 'Now, I've got to go. Promise me that you won't spend the

afternoon looking in that damn mirror'

'I promise,' I reply glumly.

'I love you,' my mate tells me and kisses my forehead.

'I love you, too,' I reply, already feeling better now that I've heard those words from him.

Seven months pregnant and I feel enormous. I have just finished my last week at work and now, I'm

officially on maternity leave.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad about that. I love being a nurse and it keeps me so busy. I

have this horrible fear of being sat around the house, bored out of my brain.

I grab my handbag and lock it up. We moved out of my flat a couple of months ago and bought this

house. Logan and I both agreed that we needed somewhere bigger if we were going to have a baby.

I drive around to my parents' house. My twin, Phoebe, is already there when I arrive. We have

matching bumps seeing as our due dates are so close.

I catch up with her, discussing the joys of pregnancy. I'll confess, it really isn't what I expected. The

morning sickness that comes in the afternoon and the constant need to pee are not fun.

But I'm still stupidly happy. Phoebe is the same, she's completely loved up with Oberon.

India, our cousin, arrives and joins us outside for lunch.

'How are things going with Sebastian and Jake' I ask her.

She grins at the mention of her mate and his teenage son.

'Amazing, thank you. Jake has actually started to call me Mum, believe it or not,' she replies excitedly.

'It slipped out by accident one time and now, he's said it a couple of times.'

'That's amazing!'

'I'm just so excited for school to be over, one month left,' India exclaims.

She works as a secondary—school teacher. I honestly don't know how she does it. I thought being a

nurse was hard, but you couldn't pay me to teach a room of children with attitude problems.

No, thank you.

'Have you decided whether you're going to have the babies at home yet or not' India asks us.

I look at Phoebe, who shrugs.

'I'm not sure. I keep bouncing between home birth and hospital. I think we'll probably end up going to

the hospital because it's a bit late to be planning it now.'

'I'm sticking with the hospital. I think Logan will be traumatized if I set up a birthing pool in our living

room, he only finished decorating it two weeks ago.'

'You should speak to Orelia, she might be able to offer some advice.'

Orelia is the adopted daughter of Lydia and Aurora (Rory). Rory went to school with my parents and

India's parents. Orelia and her adopted sister, Ines, are like family to us. We call them cousins, even

though they're not technically family.

Orelia is trained as a midwife, so she's already been answering every panicked text I've sent her ever

since I found out I was pregnant.

We don't work in the same hospital; she works in the hospital in a city about an hour from mine.

'I think I've probably been driving her crazy with all the texts I've sent her,' I respond with a guilty laugh.

Phoebe nods, her face sympathetic. 'Poor Orelia, I've been sending so many questions, too. She must

be sick of us.'

'She's probably used to it. Of course, you're going to have questions, this is a serious thing you're

doing. You're bringing life into the world.'

I smile and rub my belly. Yeah, I am.

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Phoebe's POV.

After spending the afternoon with my parents, my twin and my cousin, I return home to my mate.

Oberon is working on the study when I get home.

'Hey, honey,' I call out as I kick off my shoes.

He appears in the hallway a moment later.

'Hi, beautiful. How are you feeling'

I embrace my mate. I lean upon my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck. His arms circle around

my waist.

'I'm okay, thank you. No nausea today. How are you'

He leans back and lovingly strokes my face. 'That's good. I'm alright. Come on, I've got a surprise for

you.'

He leads me through to the kitchen. Sitting on the side are two huge dishes of enchiladas.

'You made my favorite!' I exclaim happily.

I've been craving enchiladas my entire pregnancy. I've lost track of how many I have eaten, which is

probably a good thing.

'I did.'

I go over to my mate and grab the back of his neck. I pull him down for a kiss. He chuckles at my

impatience but humors me by bending down and pressing his lips to mine.

I kiss him hard, moving my lips over his. I swipe my tongue along his bottom lip, deepening the kiss to

let him know how grateful I am for him. Our tongues touch and caress one another.

When we pull back, his eyes are dark, and his lips swollen.

'Whoa,' he says. 'I should make them more often.'

I grin up at him. 'Definitely.'

I trail my finger up and down his chest, feeling another rush of hormones. I meet his eyes and he

already knows what I want.

'Do you have half an hour or so to spare before going back to work'

Oberon smirks and wraps his hand around mine.

'Is my little mate horny'

'Maybe,' I reply coyly and start backing up to the stairs.

My mate smirks and follows me. I turn on my heel and head upstairs, to our bedroom. I strip out of my

top and work on my leggings when I get to the room. Oberon follows suit, removing his top.

I admire his delicious chest whilst I shimmy out of my leggings and underwear. I sit on the bed and

unhook my bra. Oberon removes the lasts of his clothes and approaches me; his cock is already hard.

It really doesn't take much.

He climbs over me, and I open my legs for him. He settles himself between my thighs and enters me in

one thrust. He's gentler with me now that I'm pregnant, and it means our lovemaking is sweet and

affectionate.

It will probably go back to how it was before when I've had the baby. We used to make the bed and the

walls shake. Now, we hold each other and whisper sweet things. It's more romantic than sexy.

To be honest, I'm just glad that we're still having sex. There are some days where I can't bear the

thought of being kissed, let alone fucked. He's lucky on days like today, when I'm actually in the mood.

Our bodies rock against one another. I lift my hips to meet his every thrust. Oberon has to hold himself

up in his arms because he can't get down to kiss me with my enormous bump.

Together, we reach our climax. He rolls to my side and holds me for a while.

'I love you,' he says softly.

'I love you, too,' I reply happily.

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