[[OLD]] A Handful of Daffodils (Forgotten Series, #7)

Chapter Thirty-One

"Micheal." The soft whisper and the even softer rocking had me nearly snorting as I inhaled quickly and sat up.

"'M up! 'M up!" I mumbled it out, opening my eyes wide as I rubbed at my face and threw off the covers. "What's wrong? I'm up. I'm up." Lilith looked at me, her black hair in a messy braid and her blue eyes wide as her eyes slowly travelled down my naked body. She nibbled on her bottom lip slightly, her eyes slowly going hooded and heated. I chuckled, unable to help myself at the look she had on her face. "If you want sex, you just have to ask for it." I slouched slightly, yawning wide and she seemed to shake whatever heated thoughts she was having away before looking up at me quickly.

"We gotta go home." There was an urgency to her voice and I inhaled so sharply I nearly choked.

"The baby! Are you in labour?" I nearly tripped as I leapt off the bed. I blindly grabbed a pair of pants from the floor and attempted to yank them on. They made it half way up my thighs before I realized they were Lilith's sleep pants. "Mene! Not the time! Are you having contractions? How far apart are they? Has you water broke?" I was babbling but I couldn't help it. My female was having my baby and I needed to know what was happening and to not panic as I yanked her pants off and grabbed another pair I was positive were mine.

"Yer silly." Lilith giggled and I pulled the sweats on before whirling around. She was grinning at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement and I huffed slightly.

"And you're having our baby!" I quickly moved over and she held out her arms for me and I pulled her close, my heart pounding hard in my chest. The plans I had carefully made in the past few months were something I couldn't even bring to mind through the almost cloying panic at her being in labour.

She laughed into my chest. "No, Micheal, I'm not." At the words I sagged, holding her tight before I made a face.

"Don't scare me like that!" I pulled away from her slightly before reaching down and smoothing my hand over her big belly. She was so close to the end of her pregnancy and I was so worried about her and our son at times. Doc Howard said they were both perfect, that the pregnancy was one of the best ones he had seen. She didn't have morning sickness, her ankles rarely swelled, and she seemed dewy and glowing no matter the time of day. If it wasn't for the increased aggression she and her wolf had, everything would have been absolutely perfect. Not that I was upset with the aggression, we just had to work around it.

"He's safe, right where he needs to be." Her voice was a sweet croon as she covered my hand with one of her own, holding me there, pressing me into where our son grew. I couldn't wait to meet him, couldn't wait to see her holding him and kissing his cheeks. She was going to be an amazing mother. I could tell and I was so proud of her, so very proud. She had come so far. She went up to her tippy toes and kissed my cheek. "But we need to go home." She gave a prim little nod and I let out a slow exhale as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Can you tell me why?" I reached over and grasped her hands, rubbing the backs of them with my thumbs.

She gave a deep inhale. "Well there was this spirit and it asked me for help but I couldn't help it so I told it who it could go to for help and so it went to get the help for the little halfling it has been following around because something very bad happened and the poor little thing is hurt and scared and she nearly died and the spirit was reaching through the veil to help her and the baby she had and now they are at the pack house and I gotta go be with the little halfling because she is gunna be so scared and I don't want her to be scared so I gotta be there to give her the help she needs for when she wakes up!" The words burbled out of her in one long continuous sentence and I tried my best to follow along and at the end I was still a little stumped but I knew better than to refute what she said. She squeezed my hands a bit tighter. "I gotta help her, Micheal. She's alone and she's gunna be so scared." Her voice wavered slightly and tears filled those shifting blue eyes of hers and I bent down, kissing the backs of her hands.