Kyra's POV
I woke up feeling warm and comfortable on the big couch. Someone had covered me with a soft blanket, and my wolf Sylvia was happy, purring inside my head. Something delicious was cooking in the kitchen, making my stomach rumble. I sat up slowly, careful with my big belly, when I caught Nathan's scent: that fresh mint smell that always made my wolf excited.
Before I could get up, Nathan was there, tall and blocking the light. He didn't say anything, just held my arm and helped me up with that gentle strength.
I looked up at him while he moved the blanket and held my waist, keeping me steady. His wolf, Alaric, was really strong today, watching over us. He helped me into my bathroom, his body warm against mine.
He opened the toilet lid before leaving, and right then, my baby gave a big kick. I bit my lip to stay quiet.
"You know that's your daddy, don't you?" I whispered, rubbing my belly. "You can smell him already, right?"
