Chapter 112

Twelve months later,

Pepper

Our son's birth. Or I guess laying his egg. Acasia and Roxy tell me it isn't so bad. Roxy has two sons now, so I guess she would know. Sadly, I don't want the baby out of my body. In my belly, he's safe and warm where I can protect him. Not that Tahr would let anything happen. He's been the perfect father if not the perfect mate.

He loves me and still he won't say the words. I rarely think about it anymore.

I gasp as another cramp rolls through my gargantuan yellow stomach. I'm sitting in the middle of the large nest that Tahr built. His silver wings flash from above as he circles me. I've told him if he touches me again, I'll bite. He's smart to keep his distance.

"Should it be taking this long?" he asks for the third time in an hour.

I growl and Tahr continues to fly as close as he dares. I feel constant pressure now and I know the birth is imminent. "Tahr," I cry out when a stabbing pain tears through my stomach.

Uncaring that I might actually bite him,