All Chapters of Hiding From My Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“I’ve been acting like an ass lately. If they knew I wanted to…” His voice died. I could hear the remorse in it. “It’s a good thing they don’t understand much.”He couldn’t ever know. But he could fix it…“Tell them you love them,” I blurted out.“What?”“Please,” I begged.After a long moment of silence he spoke, “I love you two very much. And I can’t wait for my turn to hold and protect you, like your mother is doing now. I hope you can forgive me for being so foolish!”He got several happy—but painful—kicks for that. The sob in my throat came out as a teary laugh. I pressed my cheek against his, glad that we were finally on the same page.“You are very loveable and forgivable.”“How you can still love me is incredible.” He kissed my forehead and stood up moving his hand from my belly. The twins settled but they didn’t go back to sleep. “Joe…” Ash said his name then went quiet. I looked at the both of them. They were conversing silently. Whatever it was, it was bad enough to wipe a

Maria knelt next to me. She pushed his huge paw away to look at his chest. Blood was already slipping out and getting absorbed by the carpet. I felt even more scared. I couldn’t lose my dad, I just couldn’t, he was the last blood family I had.“Daddy, please wake up, you can’t die. You haven’t seen your grandchildren yet.” I cried, hugging his head against me. I felt the shreds of pain in my belly, but I didn’t have time to worry about that I needed to wake my dad up. “Daddy, wake up!” I yelled in his ear.Maria moved back, her red hands held out. “Lee, he’s dead,” she whispered.I couldn’t hear that, I didn’t want to hear that. He couldn’t be dead they healed themselves. It was just a matter of time before he woke up. I cringed as the pains got worse. I moved back and held my hand over my belly. I couldn’t ignore the shredding pain anymore.“Ann, help me!” Maria yelled moving closer to me.“I can’t! I need to watch the hole!” Ann yelled back.When the pains soothed down I moved back

“A few decades ago. There was a child who got hurt running away from the havoc we brought to his village. Fighting Baku always gets messy and innocent people get hurt. One of Baku’s men had him cornered. He couldn’t run anymore because his leg was broken. After I killed the man I went to help the child. My blood spilled into his wound. A few seconds later, his leg snapped into place and he healed.”“And the amnesia thing?”“You were my first. I figured if I could put things in your mind, I should be able to take them out, or hide them.”“Show me.”Ash leaned away from me. “Show you what?” he asked perplexed.“How they were born. That’s one thing I really wanted to experience.” Childbirth was one thing no mother should miss. I read in one of the baby books that it is the beginning of an external bond between mother and child. As unconventional as mine was I still wanted to know.Ash looked at me troubled. “I won’t be able to edit out all the bad parts.”I held his face in my hands. “J

I looked out my small-clouded window and watched the sun rise, a flutter in my chest. I couldn’t help but smile watching the sunrays shoot up and push the night away making way for the bright sun. I felt a shiver and a tickle all over me like I had a thousand butterflies batting their wings against my skin just remembering the night I spent at the beach with Ash. We watched the moon disappear and the sun take its place, his arms wrapped lovingly around me, his body keeping me warm as the cool ocean breeze teased me with goose bumps. I hugged myself and sighed longingly. I could still feel his arms there, his breath in the nape of my neck, his warm body curve around me as I sank deeper into his embrace and his bouquet mixed with the sweet ocean scent that made all my senses tingle. “Ash,” I whispered feeling giddy. The touch of his name on my lips made me smile. He was the one man who’d managed to turn my life upside down and right side up again. He was both a curse and a blessing in

The morning dragged on as the locals seemed to fill the diner in shifts. The five in the morning early birds were done with their breakfast by seven, then came the ones who worked locally who emptied out by nine and then the late sleepers who were mostly the older and younger age groups who had nothing else to do on a cold winter morning than to sit around in a warm establishment that also served hot tea and coffee for free. They were around and I would leave them there after my shift ended at twelve. The conversations were always the same- the weather, their kids and grandkids, their school holiday jobs how much they hated their bosses and my least favorite topic, the new people in town.I was still the small town gossip as people wondered where I came from and who I was and how amazingly strange it was that no one had gotten the low down on me yet. A family who had moved in the same time I had were already a topic exhausted as the town had all their information, down to the