Captive Of The Count

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Orian's pov

I liked being sick.

I liked being sick a lot because I got to see a side of Amara that I had never seen.

The one that barked at doctors to handle me with care, the one that dotted on me, cleaned me, trimmed my nails, and made sure that I was undisturbed.

The one that pampered me with both words and actions more than she has ever done.

The one that threatened to kill Nexus when he threatened to kill me when I got better because he claimed that I delayed him from meeting his mate by not sending Amara back home sooner.

I like the version of Amara that spoon-fed me with food well cooked by her hands, she didn't lie when she said she had gotten better. The version that made my belly flutter with butterflies when she glared at her dad for glaring at me.

I liked how she tucked me in bed, wiped me with a damp cloth to ensure I was clean and gave me foot massages while she read me bedtime stories.

I loved being moved to her bedroom and having to spend my entire moments with her.

I loved watching her from where I was always lying down.

She was glowing.

Those green eyes were glossier and more sparkling, her hair was growing fast and she had told me that she thinks the pregnancy has an effect on it. Her bump was growing by the day as she also grew to accommodate the babies which was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed.

I always gawked at how she went about her business, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear and how she moved about in her robe, waddling with her hands at her waist supporting her back. How she whispered to the babies in her growing bump when she thought I was asleep and in return I whispered to them while she was asleep exhausted and lying by my side.

I remember the first time I had consciously laid my hands to recognize what we had made together. Two. We were having twin girls and I couldn't be more elated.

I didn't have that fear of being a bad father anymore, I was excited. I knew I'd try my best to take care of the kids and raise them. I knew I'd try my best and with Amara by my side, I knew things would be okay.

I loved rubbing my hand against her bump whispering at the kids to come out soon cause we were excited to see them.

I loved these precious moments that we had been spending together, they were splendid and serene.

I loved being sick knowing the memories that came with it this time were splendid but what I craved more was being healthy and proving that I was enough for her.

I wanted to be on my feet and do more for her than I did before, I wanted to support her better than I did before and now and I wanted to love her more properly for I believe I am capable of more than I think I have to offer.

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"Are you sure you can go?"

Amara asked for the umpteenth time wrapping a shawl around my neck. She had already helped me put on my coat and hadn't stopped fussing about how she was worried about me going outside.

I had begun to walk of recent, first slow steps around the room and then around the castle, and now I think I am capable of going outside.

"Taking a walk outside will do better for me."

"But the pack doctor said-"

"Shh, I will be fine, lunny svet."

"Are you sure?"