A Dying Legacy

Chapter 12

Barret felt true peace as he laid in his bed. The warm body next to him had taken his arm, using it as a pillow, but he didn't mind. She could have anything she wanted from him. Anything she could ask for, he'd give it. A series of soft murmurs passed her lips as she shifted in her sleep, turning to face him. Barret could no longer pull her close into his side like he wanted; and yet, he wouldn't change the reason why.

'Are her dreams the same as mine?' He wondered. He gently placed his hand on her swollen belly and his heart filled with the wonder for the miracle that was his inside there. She mumbled again, and this time he caught a whine of 'let me sleep'. Was he keeping her up? Was he bothering her precious sleep? Then he felt a thump thump, and he realized the pup was kicking her awake. 'Poor mother, unable to sleep already', he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.

That caused one eye to squint tired at him in the dark. "That first kick felt like a miracle, but by the millionth, it's not so amazing anymore." his Mate grumbled, clearly not sleeping well. "If this kicking is a sign, I think he might be as stubborn as his father."

Barret tutted at that statement. "Quite the opposite. It's a sign this kitten is going to be as stubborn as her mother." He retorted.

"Kitten" She laughed, hearing his nickname for the first time.

"Trust me- " Barret leaned in to nuzzle her nose, "- Before we know it, she's going to be a walking, talking miniature Cat."

Barret felt his heart jump and woke with a start. His subconscious remembered the bed he was in - who was in his bed - and managed to keep his external reaction under control. But that 'control' didn't stop his heart from thumping in his chest as he slowly opened his eyes. What the fuck was that? He grudgingly understood all the sex dreams that had flooded his sleep. He was a yong and horny male and the chemicals in his body were reacting to the Mate bond. He couldn't control it, but he always solved the problem by fucking the horny away.

Koba remained silent. They were one in the same. Barret's dreams were his dreams... but that dream wasn't of Koba and Lula- that he would've understood. Did Barret's subconscious know what they did last night? Did that mean he wanted it too? To be with their Mate and have a pup with her? 

Barret's head lulled to the side, landing on his soon-to-be Mate, and Koba huffed. That was not the first sight he wanted to wake up to in the morning. It took everything in Koba not to take control over Baret and rip the damn woman's head off. Why couldn't Barret feel his instincts and know she wasn't right for him?

Vanessa started to stir at the shuffling in the bed and rolled over to him. She tucked her hands under the side of her head and her eyes fluttered open. "Good mornin, Care Bare." She whispered.

Koba's huffed turned into a growl, finding the nickname from her an insult. The only thing she should be allowed to call him was "Alpha". Barret ignore him and rolled onto his side, fully facing her. "Good morning." She pouted her lips and he leaned into her, giving in to her silent request for a good morning kiss.

"Mmmm, the perfect way to wake up." She hummed. "What are you up to today?"

"End of month conference calls with the firms." He answered with a grown. He just woke up and his day was already packed with boredom. Conference calls was his least favorite part of his job. "Are you going to do anything today?"

Vanessa gasped, "Did you really just ask me that?"

"What?" Wait, what did I do? "I only asked- "

"You only asked so condescending. You didn't ask me what I am doing today, just if I'm going to do anything." Vanessa sat up in bed with a huff, hurt written all over her face. Her lip now pouted, not for a kiss, but to make him feel worse. "You know I've been spending everyday preparing myself to be the mother of your pup. YOU are the one who suggested I stopped working so I could- " "When did I say that again?"