MAEVE POV It wasn’t long before we returned to the mansion and, with our shopping trip officially at an end, it was time for the princess to return to her duties at the palace. “Thank you for letting me tag along,” Charlotte murmured, beaming at me as she emerged from the bathroom, once again dr
It was an unexpected move, but not unwanted in the slightest. I couldn’t get enough of the wonderful sensation of his body so close to mine. This close, I was overwhelmed with the crisp, cool scent of his body wash. Like pine and clean lakesides and everything beautiful about nature. His dark, lus
MAEVE POV I didn’t get it. I spent the last hour—maybe more—reading chapter after chapter in this pregnancy book, while Xaden busied himself with a pile of paperwork and a few phone calls to several dignitaries, but nothing I read bore any similarities to what I was experiencing. Fetal weight
“You know…” I prompted, adjusting myself in my seat so that I faced Xaden more directly, suddenly feeling ticklish with waves of cautious optimism. “I’m not far along enough yet, but I read that the baby should be able to hear in a few weeks.” He cocked his head, his eyes alight with bright curios
XADEN POV And so, I waited. I waited, ready to burst at the seams with excitement and anticipation, for a sign… any sort of sign that my baby was, in fact, moving inside Maeve’s belly. Her reaction had been so sudden, so harsh and yet so giddy, that I could not help but want to experience even a
I figured that might’ve been the case, but when I opened my eyes, I saw not my bedroom, but a meadow filled with lush, purple wildflowers and a bright, beaming sun shining down on me, surrounded by tall, sweeping grass. I was back in that dream world. That could only mean I would soon hear— “Mae
XADEN POV When I woke up that morning, I was completely and utterly alone. Maeve’s delectable, sweet scent, which had been so potent when I went to sleep, was resorted to little more than a gentle waft in the morning breeze. With a groan, I let myself wake up, my eyes fluttering open. Soft bea
I nodded, taking the materials. “I just have one question.” Maeve watched as my expression shifted from one of false confidence to total bewilderment. “What on earth does ‘whisk’ mean?” She burst into laughter—a success in my book—and proceeded to give me detailed instructions on what to do. Fol