Earth and Wolves

Chapter Twenty-Three

I watched as Devon shifted in his sleep. I've let him sleep in about four hours, but it was time to go to the skating thing with his friends. I've never been before, but I'm sure that I'll love it. The idea of ice skating is so romantic, and now that I am a pregnant fiancee, it seems that romance is in abundance.

I drew in a sharp breath. The past four hours to myself were excruciatingly harsh. I was alone with my thoughts, and doubt crippled my bliss. Not that there was much of it after my boyfriend drank last night. All it did was fuel my questions.

Are Devon and I supposed to get married before the baby comes? If we do, what will people think of us? They'll probably think that I'm pregnant. Which is true. What will my parents think? My sister? Macy. See, none of this would matter if humans didn't have the need for there to be social rules. None of this should matter. I'm young and it is my life. Who knows how long I live.

Sara and I have been feuding, she knew about the baby well before I did and was pretty satisfied with it. However I felt betrayed that she knew and didn't tell me. I'm already stuck with her the rest of my life, but how can I live forever with someone I don't trust? I was worrying about every little detail and how this situation can go wrong.

So many more depressing thoughts flashed through my mind. About Danielle, Mom, all the things that have happened. Shane losing the love of his life because of depression that he tried curing by sleeping around. My kidnapping. Which scares me because I obviously was already pregnant when that happened. Could the vampire blood hurt the baby?

I gave up on the terrible speculations giving me a headache and got up from my perch at the end of the bed. Adjusting my outfit, and my hair, I stopped myself. I had a habit of doing that. What am I doing? I already got ready, and here I was trying to look my best for the man who asked me to marry him. He wakes up next to me every morning, and that can't be a pretty sight. He's seen me at nearly every level, my lowest and my highest. And he stuck with me and protected me for every second of it, never wavering.

That's why I want to look my best around him. Because he deserves it; that's why I'll continue doing it for as long as the sun hangs in the sky.

I came to terms with his drunken mistake, and realized I would have done the same in his situation. It was a rather terrifying predicament and Devon needed a break. So he'll get one.

Climbing over him and straddling his hips gently, I brought my lips to his naked chest, kissing lightly. Devon didn't move, and I took that as a green light. I kissed him again and again, slowly making my way past his navel and onto his happy trail. Just as I made it to the edge of his tight boxer-briefs and I slipped one finger into his waistband, a hand shot out and stopped me. With a gasp, I was suddenly underneath his very hot body, and this time I meant attractive. His growl caused butterflies to erupt in my belly and I moaned rather loudly when he pushed his crotch against mine.

"Babe, you are dancing on a very dangerous line," he huskily drawled.

A salty remark fell from my lips before I even thought about it. "I'm the one who drew it, and I can erase that line whenever I please." I jammed my fingers into his soft hair, and he groaned.

He started taking off my shirt, but we were interrupted. I pushed Devon off me, and stumbled to answer the door.

Dani was there, her brunette hair piled on top of her head in a bun. She gave me an apologetic smile and I let her slip past me into the hallway, and closed the door behind her.

"Who was it, babe? And can we finish what you started?" His voice was sultry, but I recognized the edge. That was his sex voice. The voice he used when he got naked. I squealed and jumped in front of Dani, who was about to walk in on my nude fiance.