DANTE I woke up with my nose firmly planted in my mate’s neck, surrounded by her incredible scent. It had gotten even richer during her pregnancy. It was my crack that I could never get enough of. “Good morning, babe,” I told her, kissing her shoulder. “Morning, havathi,” she said softly, stretching her body. That was when I realized she was not naked like she had been when she fell asleep. When did she change, and why was she wearing a dress? “When did you change?” I asked her. I felt her confusion before I heard her heart begin to race. Then she jumped out of bed, looking at her dress. Goddess, that dress definitely looked fucking amazing on her. I had never seen it before though. It was not her normal attire at all. “It wasn’t a dream. It was real. Holy fucking hell. It was real,” she mumbled to herself and started to pace. I just sat on the edge of the bed and let her get out whatever she needed to. I knew her well enough to understand that there would be no conversing unti
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