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Healing a rogue princess 16: A castle or not
*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
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10 weeks later *Zac* “Baby where are you ? I want to show you something”. I call softly walking into the living room. Marshall is helping me with the nursery ... or well Marshall is building the nursery while I pick up stuff for him, point where I want things and paint a bit. I find her rolled up on the couch with Blue, sleeping soundly. The last couple of weeks she has been a bit tired, but the doctor told us there is no need to worry, apparently the little jelly bean is growing a lot right now and it kinda drains her off energy. “Hi boy ... are you watching our girls huh ?” I sit down on the floor beside the couch, scratching Blue behind the ear when he opens one eye to look at me. His head is snuggled up against her growing stomach. It seems like he knows something is going on. I notice how one of her hands is resting on the bump ... the other one is resting on Blue’s back. And it makes my heart swell. I still can’t believe how much my life has changed these last 6 months. I
Last Updated : 2022-05-11Healing a rogue princess 18: Kicks and jelly Bean
*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
Last Updated : 2022-05-12Healing a rogue princess 19: Baking for her
1 week later *Zac* “Nick ! Nick ! I need you”. I call through the house ... where the hell did he go ? I told him that I need him for this. The door open and LZ comes in, he takes one look at me and grab his phone, snapping some pictures. “This ... you in an apron, that is just too good not to eternalise”. “Have you seen Nick ... the bastard deserted me”. I make a face. “I have no idea how long to bake this”. He sends me a cheeky grin. “Why are you baking ? Is there someone you want to kill ? Because I am sure there are easier ways then”. “Well actually right now I do have this urge to kill someone ...”. I huff just as the door opens and Nick walks in. “Nick ... help ... how long should I bake it ?” He looks into the oven and then he starts to laugh rather uncontrollably. “God Zac, that recipe was for 12 small or 6 normal cupcakes ... it said so on the top of the paper, you need to read it all”. “Ohh ... I thought it looked a bit big, but I can just bake it longer right ?” O
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*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
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3 weeks later *Zac* I have to admit that I am tired, but also rather excited when I pay and exit the taxi outside my home. I have been away for three days for some work on a tv show and I was not supposed to get home before tomorrow, but when we finished filming earlier than expected I decided to take an evening flight and surprise Cynamon. So here I am, sneaking into my own house at half past one in the night, expecting to find my pregnant fiancee asleep in our bed. Only, she isn’t, instantly making my anxiety flair. “Darling ?! Cynamon ?!” I call, walking through the house, after having put my bags down. Where can she be. She is nowhere to be seen, and I realise neither is Blue. Can she be walking the dog at this time ? Or has she gone somewhere and taken him with her ? But if she went somewhere wouldn’t she tell me ? Walking outside I see that the light is still on in the small guest house where LZ is staying, probably he is editing some pictures or film on his computer. So
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*Cynamon* I look at him, nervously waiting for a reaction, beside staring at me with his mouth hanging open in a rather unattractive way. ‘I fear we broke him’. Zyka mumbles. ‘I really did try to be nice’. This was not how I wanted him to find out. ‘Give him a moment, it’s a rather huge thing for humans’. “You … you…”. He swallows hard and try again. “You are …”. I guess it’s a big plus that he hasn’t run away yet. “Yes, I am a werewolf …”. “I was going to say naked”. He looks rather sheepish. “But that too … you are not gonna eat me, are you ?” “If I wanted to eat you don’t you think I would have done that a long time ago”. I give him a cheeky smile, but his expression tells me that it might be a bit too much for him with jokes. “No Zac I am not gonna eat you, and neither is Zyka”. He blinks a couple of times. “Zyka ?” “Zyka is my wolf … she likes you”. I am kinda using a tone like he is a scared animal that might bolt”. “Oh she does ?” He looks at me like he isn’t sure if
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5 weeks later *Cynamon* “Well hello there my most beautiful fiance”. Zac’s arms slides around me from behind, landing on my bulging belly. “And my little jelly bean ... how are my two best … Uhm three best girls ?” ‘Aww he remembered me’. Zyka purrs. ‘He is just the sweetest sweetheart’. I lean against him, breathing in ... he has just showered after his work out and he smells so amazingly fresh and clean. “I am tired and she is having fun using my blatter as a bouncy castle”. “Jelly bean be nice to mommy, she is working hard on growing you”. He says softly, caressing my stomach like he can actually touch her through my skin. I am actually surprised how Well he has taken this whole, ‘sorry babe I am a werewolf’ thing. Once in a while he seems about to freak, but then it is like he takes a deep breath and gets himself under control. “I think she likes your voice ... she always goes calm when you talk to her”. I mumble. I love this. Our small private intimate moments, honestly Z
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Healing a rogue princess The president
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*Evangeline* The pain in my wing is sharp, a constant reminder of the bullet that tore through it. I grit my teeth, focusing on the road ahead while my magic works to heal the wound. It's more severe than I let on, but I can't show weakness now, Zac needs me to be strong. I know the magic will mend it in time, but for now, every movement sends a jolt of pain through me. Zac's voice breaks through my thoughts, a mix of concern and urgency. "You don't have to come with me, Evangeline. I know it's dangerous, but I... I can't wait any longer. But if you stay behind, I'll understand." I glance at him, seeing the fear and determination in his eyes. He's worried about dragging me further into this mess, but he doesn't realize that I'm already in too deep. "I'm coming with you, Zac. We're in this together," I say firmly, gripping the steering wheel tighter. The thought of what might happen at the compound sends a shiver down my spine, but the risk is worth it if it means saving Cynamon
Healing a rogue princess Was it a bad idea?
*Zac* The air crackles with the sound of gunfire. I see Evangeline's face, I am not sure I have ever seen anyone look that furious, but her eyes are full of determination, as she throws that paperweight. Then, it feels like the world is a blur. One second, I'm staring down the barrels of several very scary-looking guns; the next, I'm falling. Falling really fast to a certain dead. The wind screams past my ears, a deafening roar that drowns out the shouts and the still-echoing gunfire. As the ground rushes up to meet me, I close my eyes, hoping for a miracle. Suddenly it is like time slows, or actually I slow. My eyes springs open and Evangeline is there, holding me, her face pale, but her eyes blazing with relief. Those goddamn fairy wings are unfurled, shimmering like iridescent stained glass in the twilight. She looks strained, almost burdened by something heavy. Me. Her breathing is slightly laboured. She lets out a groan, and I feel like apologising for my size,
Healing a rogue princess The battle begins
*Evangeline* The polished floor gleams under the harsh fluorescent lights of the corridor. My hand, still clasped tightly in Zac's, feels clammy. Each step echoes, amplifying the tension that coils in my gut. This place… it reeks of sterile efficiency, a thin veneer masking something far more sinister. Zac’s words about horrors still hang in the air, a chilling echo in the silent, imposing hallway. We're led into a vast, minimalist office. Braxton Hayes, the CEO, sits behind a massive desk, his face a mask of controlled composure. He looks like a hawk, sharp and predatory, his eyes scrutinizing us. “State your business,” his voice is smooth, devoid of any warmth. It's the voice of a man accustomed to power, accustomed to getting what he wants. Zac steps forward, his jaw tight. “We know about the werewolves.” The CEO raises an eyebrow, a barely perceptible movement. “I assure you, you have the wrong end of the stick.” His voice is laced with a disarming calm, a deliberate
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