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“You were terrified for weeks that your vagina was going to feel like it had been hit by a thunderbolt.”

I pouted. “It was a genuine concern! Now, go do doctor things.”

Jensen strode over to the bed, leaning down to give me a quick kiss goodbye. “Be good, sweet girl.”

“I’ll try.” I beamed as Cullen started kissing my neck.

Once Jensen was out of the room, I turned to face him. “And what are your plans for the day?”

Cullen cocked his head to the side in thought. “I suppose I am going to spend the morning with my beautiful omega before she decides to go be a social butterfly.”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck. My belly was squished between the two of us, and the baby kicked in response.

“It feels like someone wants breakfast.” Cullen laughed, looking down at my stomach.

I groaned. “I always want food. It’s a problem. I’m going to be the size of a house before I give birth.”

Cullen kissed my nose in an annoyingly cute gesture. “But a very cute house.”

I glowered at him. “Just for that, I’m going to shower alone.”

Cullen’s face dropped. “Cruel!”

“Don’t you have something else to do, maybe play golf?”

“Golf?”

I nodded. “It’s an old man sport, so I assume you play.”

Cullen’s eyes widened as he spluttered. “I mean. I—well, I do, but I am not old!”

“There’s no shame in it. When you get more advanced in age, you need a slower sport…” It was impossible to keep the grin off my face. Messing with him was too fun. There had been a great many old jokes made. Usually, they ended in orgasms for me, which was hardly a deterrent.

I smirked, leaning over to give him a quick peck on the lips. “You’re about to turn forty,” I whispered.

“Right. I’ll show you who’s old!” he declared, pulling me into bed and spending the next hour showing just how energetic he could be.

Even though I said I was going to shower alone, Cullen still followed me. Now that my center of gravity had changedso much, I was a little wobbly on my feet. The overprotective butthead insisted on being near in case I fell in the shower.

“Hey, Bethany…” Joey clambered into the nest.

“Hello! How was school?” I asked as I pulled her into my arms for a hug. Her scent was getting more and more defined by the day. It was hard to discern exactly what it was, but it was sweet, that’s for sure.

I would bet my entire bank balance that she was going to be an omega.

“School was good. We made cards for Mother’s Day and planted some strawberry plants in the greenhouse. Can we get strawberry plants?”

The mention of Mother’s Day made my heart rate stutter, but I kept my face neutral. “We can get some strawberry plants this weekend if you want.”

Joey nodded. “That sounds good. Do you know what’s for dinner?”

“Daddy C brought some chicken from the restaurant. The one that you like.”

Joey smiled, nuzzling into my side. “That’s yummy.”

It was. In fact, that particular dish was quickly becoming one of my favorites.

“How much longer until my little sister is here?” she asked.