110. Worried

Wet, salty tears began to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks as my feet began to move before my thoughts even processed fully of what was happening, and even though I hadn’t moved this fast ever since I had been pregnant, I ran.

Ran as if the world pushed me forward, my flats heavily tapping against the marble flooring as the wind wished through the wisps of hair which framed my hair. The jeans that I wore were supportive against my growing baby, my tee shirt, which was actually Emrys’, let me breathe freely.

“My beautiful Lessie,” Was the first words he whispered in my ear as he caught me, our arms tightly wrapping around each other, the mate bonds tingles were stronger than ever and I clutched his usual fighting leathers; soaking in his pine scent, Cassandra howled of happiness to be this close to our mate