Chapter 82.

Dahlia POV.

The thing about being pregnant means it is difficult to get comfortable in bed. No amount of pillows can help. In my frustration. I have thrown them on the floor. Malachi, however, is snoring beside me and I have the overwhelming urge to smother him in his sleep.

It has been a week and no matter what I do I can’t get comfortable, but him as soon as his head hits the pillow, he is out like a damn light.

But I know what I have to do to make myself feel better. I climb out of bed. My claws have extended, and the feral need to create something is all I can think about. Driven by my primal baser instincts. To nest.

I waddle over to the walk in and begin to rub myself on his clothes. Cel purrs in my head and I start to feel better. The fabric is soft against my skin I begin ripping things off hangers and move into the bedroom with it all.

I go into the bathroom and sniff out his clothes he wore today and take them from the hamper and take them back into the bedroom. Grabbing any