The Primals (Book 3)

Chapter 13

2 Days Later

We rested comfortably in bed early Sunday morning. I was snuggled up against Christian’s chest and his left arm was draped lightly over my hip, the sound of his snoring caused me to smile. I loved hearing him be so at peace with everything that he was in a deep enough sleep that he would be snoring instead of paying attention to the world fraught with peril around us. I heard one of the babies start to fuss over the static of the baby monitor and I carefully sat up and removed Christian’s arm from my hip as I set my feet down on the plush rug on my side of the bed. I chuckled hearing Christian moan and scratch at the sheets, searching for me without actually waking from his deep sleep. I leaned over and quickly placed my still warm pillow under his arm and watched the worry melt off his face. I quickly tip-toed out of the room and down the hallway to where my babies lay safely in their beds. Opening the door to their room I stepped inside to see Francis Alexander chewing on his toes, but cooing all the same.  I placed my hands on the side of the crib and smiled down at him as he looked up at me. “Hello my handsome boy!” I quietly said and then leaned over and picked him up. I kissed his forehead and cradled him gently in my arms, humming a lullaby as I rocked him while I walked. Soon he was fast asleep and I was able to set him back down in his crib and then I quickly and quietly left the room. 

I crept back into the bed room to see Christian still sleeping soundly. I climbed back onto the bed and nestled against Christian’s chest, his arm immediately wrapping around my waist and drawing me in closer.  I hummed softly and sighed in complete bliss as I lay in Christian’s arms softly caressing his forearm. I had been getting the jitters since returning home from the hospital. I had the distinct feeling that something very big was going to happen, but I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.  I sighed once again trying to calm my heart that had been beating extraordinarily hard for the last 48 hours. Today I was going to actually get dressed, now that I could fit into my ‘fat’ jeans; I was going to wear them. I had no intention of just waltzing around in a moo moo because I’d just had children. Due to my wolf gene I would only have to wear these pants for one day before I got my slim figure back. When the sun had finally fully risen I woken Christian gently and we both awoke to be able to get ready for the day and then take a walk through the gardens with the children in their stroller. Christian and I took turns getting ready and then proceeded to wake the children and proceed to walk them through the gardens.

We were sitting down in the tall grass when one of the butlers ran out to Christian and told him he had a phone call waiting for him.  He leaned down and kissed my cheek before rushing back to the manor to take the call.  I sat there with the children playing with each in turn, they were both growing and they both were equally healthy. I was proud to be married to Christian and to have been able to carry twins for him.  I looked down at the wedding ring on my finger and was lost in thought at looking at the smooth black stone that was centered on the ring. “You know, that engagement ring was mine once upon a time.” A clear musical, but cold and angry voice said. I turned quickly to see a view so hauntingly beautiful it was disturbing. The blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, and her eyes appeared harder and colder than ice, and the whites of the woman’s eyes seemed to cover her irises and pupils, her eyes appearing milky. Her skin was extremely fair and she looked just as dangerous as she was beautiful.  All of a sudden I recognized her and I found myself gaping. “Alexandria.” I said my voice catching in my throat and cracking at the end. My eyes quickly shifted down to the babies who were gnawing on their fists and staring intently at Alexandria. “Well, I see you were able to bare my beloved husband some children.” She said her voice sharp as broken glass.  I allowed a feral snarl to squeeze its way through my bared pearly whites. “Now, tut tut!” I said walking closer to us. I took the movement as a threat and I stood placing myself between my children and this stranger. “Don’t ‘tut tut’ me.” I growled, if I had fur it surely would have bristled by now.