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The Dead Zone In a Wolfs Embrace (Breeds #13)

Oh. I clear my throat. There’s so much I don’t know, and that makes me sad. And how long will you be staying?

My name is Leah, and I will do anything to keep my husband.After forty-eight hours, I am discharged from the hospital. Caleb is with me while I wait to be discharged. He holds Estella, and I am almost jealous, except he touches me constantly — a hand on my arm, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand, his lips on my temple. Caleb’s mother came earlier with his stepfather. They stayed for an hour, taking turns holding the baby before sweeping off to lunch with friends. I was relieved when they left. People hovering over me while my br**sts slowly leaked made me squirm in discomfort. They brought a bottle of Bruichladdich for Caleb, a Tiffany’s piggy bank for the baby and a Gucci sweat set for me. Despite her uppitiness, the woman has excellent taste. I am wearing the set. I rub the material between my fingers as I wait to be wheeled downstairs.

Roman Dusk (Saint-Germain #19)

I can’t believe we did this, Caleb says for the millionth time, looking down at her. We made this.Technically, I made this. It's convenient how men get to sign their names to these little creations without doing much more than having an orgasm and assembling a crib. He reaches out a hand and tugs on my hair playfully. I smile weakly. I can’t stay mad at him. He’s perfect.She has red hair, he says as if to establish her credibility as my child. She’s a Ginger all right. Poor kid will have her work cut out for her. It’s not easy to pull off red.

Oblivion (Guardian Angel #4)

What? That fluff? That’s not hair, I tease.He brought a plush lavender blanket with him. I have no idea where he got it since most of our baby things are green or white. I watch him swaddle her in it, like the nurses taught him.

Did you call the nanny agency? I ask timidly. This is a sore subject between us, along with breastfeeding, which Caleb strongly promotes and I couldn’t care less about. Our compromise consists of me pumping for a few months and then getting an augmentation.

He frowns. I don’t know if it’s because of what I’ve said or because the blanket is giving him problems.Yup, pretty much. You just throw something at a wall and see if it sticks. I was getting a bad taste in my mouth. I didn’t like to talk about all of that nonsense.

I was startled when Jolene reached over to put her hand on top of mine, squeezing slightly. I felt tears well up in my eyes and tilted my head back to keep them from falling. How long had it been since someone showed me kindness? Without friends there was really only my mother, and she’d send a bouquet of sunflowers to my house when she thought I was sad. The card would always say something ridiculous like: The sun will come out tomorrow. A vast improvement from when I’d lost the baby and she’d said: It was too small to even be considered a baby, Fig. Chin up, you’ll no doubt have another.Ugh, you’re making me cry, I said, swiping at my eyes. It’s all over now. I think, anyway. I’m glad for that.

Under Fire (Elite Force #3)

Yes, it is. And I know it’s cliché to say, but you’re much better off without people who bring you down, don’t support you. It’ll be a healing process, but I think you’ll be just fine, whatever you decide. I nodded at her words. Maybe that’s why Darius liked Jolene, they spoke the same language.Change of subject, Jolene said, swirling her hand in the air. I thought she was a little drunk. Darius, you’re good at that.

Darius launched into a story about work, telling us how he caught his secretary eavesdropping on sessions with his clients. In minutes we were all laughing, and my heart felt light as a feather. All this time I’d been missing friends, genuine have-your-best-interest-at-heart friends. Mercy finished her slice and hopped down from my lap, informing all of us that I’d be putting her to bed.Three stories, she said, holding up five fingers.

Jolene adjusted her fingers so there were only three. Well, we don’t know if Miss Fig has to get home, Mercy. Maybe-No, I’ll do it, I told her. I’d love to.

Well, look at that, Mercy. Baby whisperer, Fig, has agreed to put you to bed. It feels like Christmas, he joked.I was so very excited.

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