My Eternal Mate ✓

Chapter Thirty Five

LYRA
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After birthing our girl, I remained rested for almost two whole weeks, getting used to the responsibilities that came with the little one.

Alexander stayed with me the entire time, helping me with our pup when and where he could. We had named her Arla, not for any particular reason, we both just liked the name.

She was growing faster than I expected. At two weeks, she already looked to be around six months. She could smile, and giggle and almost sit on her own.

She resembled Alexander a lot, with crystal big blue eyes, pale skin and the sweetest dimple on her cheek. When she smiled, she looked exactly like him. He claimed she looked like me, but we both knew he was just saying that to make me feel happy.

It seemed as if I had just put our daughter to sleep when her little aggressive growls woke me up. Groaning, I pried an eye open to see that the room was pitch black, meaning it was still night.

"I will take care of it," Alexander murmured, sleepily beside me, as he pressed his lips to my temple. "You go back to sleep, baby."

Honestly, I was exhausted, and nodded in agreement as I felt Alexander manoeuvre around before he disappeared from the bed. When Arla's growls quietened down, I knew Alexander was with her and with that, I returned back to sleep.

My eyes fluttered open in a panic, as if I had dreamt about the birth of our pup, feeling my heart race fast in my chest.

Alexander stirred in his sleep, his arm was lazily draped over my waist. He must have woken up by my sudden panic because he pulled me closer to him.

"Morning, baby. You alright?" he asked, his voice husky.

"The pup—"

"Arla is sleeping," he confirmed, his nose brushing against my cheek. "I have fed her and changed her diaper already, do not worry."

I smiled, closing my eyes as I wiggled closer to his side. "I love you," I murmured, placing a peck on his nude chest as I let him cuddle me closer.

With that, we fell asleep together again. Pups meant we were very short on sleep, and were exhausted almost all the time. Thus, we made sure to sleep as much as we could when we could. Having Alexander take on the role as the father really eased a lot of my concerns. We were in this together, as he had promised since day one.

A couple of days later, and we were at Ava's wedding. Arla was wearing a white laced dress, revealing her little chubby legs, which seemed to attract far more attention than Alexander liked.

"My little Princess," Jaxon beamed, rushing to snatch Arla from my arms. "Oh, hi, darling."

I smiled at him, grateful to know how much Jaxon loved her. He would always pop around to take her for a walk or just spend some time with her.

Him and Evan had adopted a pup of their own, and he had proposed to the man only last week, in private. Evan hadn't stopped talking about it for a good few days. I was extremely happy for them.

"Haila, careful," Evan said, to their pup, as the five year old girl waddled her way down the aisle to join Jaxon and I. "Do you want to hold your cousin?"