#Chapter 408 Touch Just the Faintest

Cora

After a few minutes of this – or maybe an hour, I honestly don’t know how time works here – the baby’s happiness fades away and then into silence. But not in a bad way – more like he just…

“He fell asleep,” Roger murmurs, laughing a little and falling back on the bed, taking me with him since his arms are still wrapped around me.

“It’s too early for the baby to sleep…” I murmur, confused. “That happens around like, the seventh month -”

“All right, Dr. Cora,” Roger mutters, and I can hear him rolling his eyes, even though I can’t see it, which makes me laugh. “Considering that we’re hanging out on a magical dream beach, passing our emotions down a magical bond with our unborn child, I don’t really think that your medical knowledge is coming into play here -”

“Oh shut up,” I murmur, slapping his chest and sighing with contentment. Roger laughs and takes a deep breath of my scent.

“That was amazing,” he whispers. I’ll never forget that as long as I live.”

“Do you think we just felt it because we’re here?” I ask, still likewise thrilled. “Or, will we feel it when we’re awake too?”

“I don’t know,” Roger replies. “But maybe something about being in the dream amplified it. I guess we’ll find out.”

“Yeah,” I say, happy, content. Because as much as I want to feel it all the time, I am also content to wait, to experience all parts of this pregnancy in their own time. “I guess we will.”

And I close my eyes and relax against my mate, little shivers passing through me as he traces his fingers idly over the skin of my back, both of us still marveling in the magic of that incredible first connection with the baby.

But suddenly, something changes. And I open my eyes to see my wolf standing there on the beach, just a short distance away.

“Roger,” I say softly, starting to sit up. He opens his eyes and looks where I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in the sand, staring at us, her tongue hanging happily from her mouth.

up and holding me

of the thousand shades of brown that run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut.

she says – and I know, instinctually, that Roger hears her as well. I have something

our feet as we look at each other, laughing. Because neither of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re standing, my wolf dances in an eager circle and then

and we follow, walking quickly, both dying to

get far, another shadow detaches itself from the forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his

shooting me a grin before his wolf comes to press his

he nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when

the wolf “soon, soon,” and running my hands through his warm fur. Roger laughs as well and

was annoying,”

our lips can meet, my wolf gives another

no idea what is

gonna be good,” I say, peering after my

little patch of green bushes and again turns in her eager circle.

as Roger’s wolf stands

fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft bed of leaves. Roger almost collapses next to me, his hands hitting the sand hard – I think saving him from falling flat on his face

I say, my voice trembling and my entire body shaking as I reach out towards

as I reach my fingers out, I barely, just barely feel the brush of fur against them – though not completely,

yet, my wolf says, her voice full

feel his own shock and disappointment and joy and

yet this…this is his wolf, his soul. And

slipping down my cheeks again as I lay down next to the pup, as I

like you,” I say through

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