*Cynamon* “Go away ... I don’t like you right now”. I pout and try to ignore Zac, as he puts a cup of steaming tea and two cookies on the nightstand next to me. ‘Behave’. Zyka says. ‘He brought us cookies, the good ones’. He just smiles and kicks off his shoes ... Then he starts opening his pants. “I still love you though ... and that pouty face only makes you more adorable to me”. “What are you doing ?” I peek over the duvet as he pulls off his pants and socks. Zyka interrupts me. ‘Hey no complaining, our hot man is stripping’. “You promised me snuggling ... I prefer being partly naked when I snuggle, it makes it much more cosy”. He grins at me and grabs the corner of the duvet. I pull it back. “No coffee for me,... no snuggles for you”. He sighs and I turn my back, pulling the duvet halfway over my head. I am not sure why I am acting like this ... to be honest all I want is for him to hold me, so why am I pushing him away ? ‘Yes you know’. My wolf huffs. I feel the bed di

*Cynamon* “Are you okay Zac ?” I ask him as we walk into the doctor's office. I have noticed him tensing up more and more on the way here and growing unusually quiet. He squeezes my hand softly. “It’s just ... what if … what if there is no more jelly bean ? I mean I know the doctor said it mostly works out fine ... but ...”. ‘Aww’. Zyka purrs. ‘He is as precious as a pup … must protect him at all cost’. “Then ... we talk about it, work through it and ... try again”. I say softly. I mean I know it wasn’t planned, but I have gotten so used to the idea of us having a baby, that we are going to be a real family, that I kinda want it to happen no matter what. “For real ?” He looks at me, smiling brightly. “You would do that for me ... get pregnant again now ?” ‘Oh I so would’. My wolf sighs. I can’t help but giggle softly. “Well honestly Zac, it would not be for you but for us. I am not ready to let this go either ... you kinda have me hooked on the ‘being a family’ idea”. He grab

*Cynamon* I can’t help watching the excitement on Zac’s face as we walk into the store, his eyes light up and his attention is everywhere, trying to take it all in at once. And it is of course there are a lot of things to see. Zyka is of course purring about how cute he is. “Hello ... Can I help you ?” A woman hurries over with a friendly smile. She looks nice, but I do not want her questions or risk that she recognise Zac, so I give her a smile. “Hi ... No thanks, we are just browsing a bit”. “No problem, if you need me or have questions just call and I’ll be there”. She is still smiling widely, her focus luckily on me. “We will ... Thank you”. I give her a small nod before pulling Zac with me down an aisle. Zac looks at me. “Maybe some help could have been good. I mean I don’t know much about this”. “She would have asked questions Zac ... when I am due ... the sex ... yada yada and then, she might recognise you and ... can you see the tabloid tomorrow ?” “Oh ... yeah of cou

*Cynamon* “Lets go inside ... you wanted to show me something, right ?” I start to get up and of course Zac is instantly on his feet, wrapping me up in the blanket. Zyka purrs. ‘He is such a gentleman’. “Yeah come on darling. I wanted to show you how far we’ve come with the nursery”. He puts his arm around my shoulder. I can’t help smiling. “I seriously can’t believe you went ahead and actually built a whole new room for her ... you are spoiling her rotten before she is even born”. ‘He can spoil me as much as he wants … any time he wants’. Zyka sounds like a loved up teenager. “I want her close to us, but with the possibility to close the door … just once in a while”. He chuckles softly. He went with his crazy idea, building a small annex next to the bedroom, it can be opened as kind of an extension to our room or if needed closed ... turning it into 2 separate rooms. “Oh so you are expecting you will still be getting ... special alone time after she is born”. I have my arm

*Cynamon* Right now I am regretting telling Zac I can do this alone, because being 25 weeks pregnant and carrying five boxes of miniature cupcakes are ... let's say it as it is ... not easy, and being me of course I wanted to carry them all at the same time, because ... Well I am lazy. And Zyka is going. ‘Watch out, curb ahead … don't tip them’. Doesn’t help. I am in Austin, at a kinda cake, candy and chocolate trade show, convention thing. It’s a great place for getting you things noticed and tomorrow there is a competition I am entering. Zac had wanted to come to support me, but I told him no, too big of a chance of getting noticed. “Oh wow ... let me give you a hand there doll”. I hear a friendly and melodic voice. “That’s a lot you are carrying, especially in your condition ... oh I really hope you are pregnant or I just like totally fucked up ... here let me take some”. The three top boxes are lifted away and a beautiful young blonde woman is smiling at me. “Thanks, and I a