An Heir for the Billionaire Werebears(10)

"That's okay," I said, turning my face around so that I could see him. "It would be worth it." He kissed me hard and fast, and then he stood up, pushing me to my feet, too.

"As much as I want to spend the rest of my life down here with you, we better eat something." As if on cue, his stomach grumbled loudly. "I'll eat you later," he said, his voice growly and deep. I looked up at him and gave him a slow grin. He smacked my ass before he walked upstairs.





Dinner





As we got there, I saw Asher laying out more food.

"You horn-dogs," he joked, "leaving me up here to do all the work."


I could smell the delicious scent of fried chicken. It had always seemed to me like you could gain weight just from the smell.

"Are those blueberry waffles?" I said, confused. "Why are they blue?"

"They are blue corn waffles. They do come with a bourbon-berry compote, though." Asher spooned some of it on top of a blue waffle and gave it to me. "Try." I picked it up with my hand, careful not to get anything dirty, and I put the waffle in my mouth. I didn't know what to expect. It tasted really good.

"I think all waffles should be like this. Fluffy, light, perfect."

Asher bowed. "You're welcome."

"Whatever, *," Xavier snorted. "I ordered the chicken and waffles, not you."

"There's a chicken sausage and okra gumbo, too, if you want it."

"Yum," I said. "My grandma was always feeding me okra when I was a kid. I haven't eaten it since she died.”

I sat down with a juicy drumstick. The fried chicken was delicious and messy. There was something primal and satisfying about sinking my teeth into meat and ripping it off the bone.

The boys cleaned up, although they were careful to leave me enough food. Something about hanging out with them was making me ravenous. I wanted to eat maybe double what I normally would. I guessed that I was eating for two.

I took the plates to the sink when we were done for the housekeeper to take care of tomorrow. The contrast of the sweet syrup and berry compote with the salty fried chicken was perfect. I somehow still had room for some of that gumbo. It warmed me in more ways than one.

This time, I cleaned up almost as much as the boys.

"You are eating way more than you were before," Asher said, pride showing in his eyes. "If we didn't know that our cub was inside of you before, we would know now."

I put a hand on my stomach, on my food baby. It did feel round and a little firmer than a food baby normally felt. It was if I were two or three months pregnant instead of just a day pregnant.

"I can't wait to have this baby."

I smiled at them. Both of their eyes blazed with desire as they looked at my pregnant body.

There was ringing through the intercom system.

Xavier was on his feet, ready to take the head off of whomever dared to disturb us just as we were going to get down to it.

"What?" he spat at the poor soul at the door. Probably an innocuous FedEx guy or something.

"I brought something for her," Jayce said. "I won't take up much of your time."

He walked into the kitchen. "I bought you prenatal vitamins and some Vitamin C."

"That's so thoughtful," I said. Asher and Xavier looked at each other.

"Yeah, thanks, man," Xavier said stiffly. "We'd like to f*ck our mate now."

I gasped at his crude language, but Jayce only laughed. "Out." He waved, and he was gone.

"Don't touch those," Asher cautioned as soon as the door was shut. "We don't know what's in them. I'm going to send them to a lab that we use. The only prenatal vitamins that you are taking are ones that you personally are getting from a pharmacist."

"Don't be silly," I said. "Surely he wouldn't be desperate enough to give me something that would hurt the baby."

Xavier shook his head, and he squeezed my hand. "Never underestimate what a desperate man would do. We'll protect you from everything. It doesn't matter if it turns out to be harmless. I'd rather see shadows where there are none." There was a little bit of pain in his eyes.

“We’ll just put these away, then,” I said, putting them away in a cabinet. “We’ll get some prenatal vitamins soon.”

I could see the relief on their faces, although I thought that their fear was unfounded.

I yawned.

“Go to bed,” Asher said. “We’ve been wearing you out. We’ll see you in the morning. Go.”

I was too tired to protest. I went straight to my room and slept.





Hospital





I woke up in the middle of the night with my stomach telling me that I needed to hurl. I barely made it into the bathroom before I worshipped the porcelain god. I got vomit in my hair. I cried. I felt awful. I tried to get the vomit out of my hair. I was too sleepy to shower.

Careful not to make too much noise, because the boys were asleep in their own beds, I went downstairs and went to the cabinet. I knew that I had told the boys that I wouldn't take them, but prenatal vitamins helped with morning sickness, right?

I popped some Vitamin C and took one of the pills that Jayce had given me. Tomorrow, we'd pick up more prenatal vitamins. But for right now, these would have to do.