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23: Making friends
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Healing a rogue princess 24: The perfect guy
*Cynamon* “Why are there so many decisions to make ... I mean it’s just a small intimate wedding”. I sigh as me and Evie walk out on the back porch after spending two hours with the wedding planner. “Well, weddings are like … super complicated, but hey at least you are not one of those bridezillas ... and Zac actually seems to want to be involved, even though I am not really sure how much you should let him decide, I mean his colour scheme was ... no ... definitely no”. Evie laughs. I giggle. “I love Zac dearly, but that colour ... awesome ... It's pretty but not for a wedding, too bright. I prefer more muted colours”. ‘It would so clash with my fur’. Zyka moans. “I didn’t even know there was a colour called awesome, I mean that is kinda awesome but ...”. She goes quiet and her eyes blow wide. “Oh hello handsome ... who is that ?” “Who ?” I look up to see Nick and LZ walking over the grass, they are both laughing at something. “Uhm you mean Nick, he is Zac’s friend ... canadian,
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*Zac* “Hi darling ...”. I stop in my tracks seeing LZ and Evie sitting close together looking at his laptop. I lean in kissing Cynamon on the cheek and letting my hand cup the baby bulge. “Soo what’s happening with those two ?” She smile softly, placing her hand on top of mine before whispering back. “Young love in progress ... she saw him and ... according to her he is the most handsome and amazing man she ever saw”. “Aww ... that’s sweet. I mean LZ totally deserves it. I would probably just have thought Nick was more her type”. To be honest they do make a cute couple and LZ is smiling even wider than usual. “She told me she likes smaller guys ... apparently they are easier to cuddle”. She whispers softly. “Look at them, so cute together”. I wind my arms around her, pulling her as close as her belly allows. “Well I happen to think I cuddle pretty well, despite my size”. “Oh you do Zac ... you give the best cuddles”. She leans up to kiss right under my ear. “And me personally,
Last Updated : 2022-05-18Healing a rogue princess 26: A different picknic
*Evangeline* I look at myself in the mirror ... jeans and a striped button down shirt, not very fairy like but LZ had sent me a text saying I should wear something casual that would work for inside and outside, and as it’s a pretty warm spring day, so this seems like a good choice. Also I am not about to tell him my secret, not yet. I have made the mistake of telling a guy to fast one time. He called the government, wanting money to deliver me for experiments, Luckily for me they thought him insane and locked him up. My doorbell ring and I go to open, finding a smiling LZ wearing jeans, sneakers and a nice hoodie ... just as I expected. “Hi LZ, you could just have ... like honked, I would have come out”. “No way ... I am not delivering a pizza, I am picking up a beautiful woman”. He leans in to ghost his lips softly against mine. “So ready for a fun and interesting afternoon ?” “I am and you are just the sweetest”. I can’t help smiling, sweet, handsome, smart and a true gentlema
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*Evangeline* “This… the allergies I mean, it has to be rather problematic when you travel and such… how do you manage ?” I look at LZ as he slips a piece of sushi into his mouth with the chopsticks. “Also… I thought you were a vegetarian ?” He looks thoughtful as he chews, it makes his forehead crinkle up in the cutest way… we are, as you probably have guessed, having sushi for dinner, after having visited the local toy museum and a very interesting photo and video exhibit. He swallows the bite. “Well, I actually made a video about it… travelling with allergies and how to best handle it… I always make sure to bring some energy bars and to have a list with the most important words in the local language. But no matter what it’s always a bit stressful… and well not fully vegetarian, I do eat a bit of fish sometimes”. “Yeah I can imagine… I mean I feel all nervous eating with you. Is it bad… I mean what happens ?” I imagine it would be good for me to know in case it happens. “What s
Last Updated : 2022-05-28Healing a rogue princess Morning snack
*Evangeline* I wake slowly to wet and warm kisses being fluttered on my stomach, making me remember last night. After a short nap, we had made love again, and then we had taken a shower together, LZ insisting on washing my hair, which he was actually really good at... then we had a snack in the kitchen and went to bed, falling asleep all entangled in each other and relaxed. "Are you awake, sweetheart?" LZ mumbles softly against my skin. "Hmm, almost." I let the words out on a content sigh. He flutters more kisses on my stomach, going slowly lower. "Would it be okay if I have a little morning snack?" "A morning sna...". I let out a gasp as his warm mouth finds my rapidly heating core. "Ohh, okay." One hand comes up, taking my hands and placing them in his hair with a small chuckle that has my body instantly turn up the heat. Oh, my man is kinky... and I love it... I run my hand into those amazing soft curls, hearing the small growl that comes from him and feeling how he ups his
Last Updated : 2024-07-27Healing a rogue princess Baking with love
*Cynamon* The warm, sweet aroma of vanilla and chocolate fills the kitchen as I stand at the counter, my apron tied snugly around my waist, flour dusting my fingertips. I hum softly to myself, the rhythm of my mixing spoon creating a melody that dances through the air. I’m baking cupcakes as I promised Evangeline, a delightful burst of color and flavor that feels like a small celebration for our little family. With each stir, I can almost imagine the smiles on the faces of those who will devour them. I have of course made sure that they are safe for LZ. Just as I pour the batter into the cupcake liners, I hear the familiar creak of the door. “Hey, sweet cheeks!” Zac’s voice is a warm embrace, instantly brightening the room and my mood as always. I glance over my shoulder and find him leaning against the frame, his dark hair tousled and those deep hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t you dare!” I warn playfully, catching his hand just as he reaches for the bowl, his finger
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*Cynamon* I stand at the kitchen counter, the scent of vanilla and chocolate wafting through the air, as I finish up the cupcakes. The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the large windows of our home, casting a warm hue over everything. I’m just putting the finishing touches on a batch of my signature cupcakes… lavender-infused with a hint of lemon zest… when Zac walks in again, his presence instantly igniting a flutter of excitement in my chest. “Those smell incredible, babe,” he says, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes twinkle with that charming mischief I adore. “Thanks! Just wait until you taste them,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady while my heart races. I can’t help but sneak a glance at him. He is wearing that soft, faded T-shirt that hugs his muscles perfectly, and I feel a familiar tug of affection. I hear a low growl in my mind, a playful voice that is both mine and not mine. 'He is looking at you like you’re his next meal,' Zyca tea
Last Updated : 2024-08-05Healing a rogue princess Feeling watched
*Cynamon* The sprawling fields around the house unfurl like a golden sea, waves of tall grass dancing in the warm Texas breeze. As I walk, Blue trots ahead, his joyful barks breaking the tranquil silence that envelops us. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a gentle light that feels almost magical. I take a deep breath, savoring the crisp, earthy scent of the outdoors, and glance down at my belly, round and full with the life growing inside me. I can’t wait to become a mother, and even more I can’t wait to make Zac a father. ‘Isn’t it beautiful out here?’ I think to Zyca who stirs with a gentle hum of agreement, I know she is looking forward to our baby’s arrival too. ‘Yes, it’s perfect. Just us and the open sky,‘ she replies, her voice a soothing balm amidst the whirlwind of my thoughts. ‘Even though I miss Zac.’ I can almost forget the weight of my pregnancy for a moment, the way it pulls at my center, and my lower back has started hurting especially in the evening, remin
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