Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0291

Lottie's POV

Stretching out on Knox's bed, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over me. The soft rise and fall of his chest against my back was a comforting rhythm that I had missed more than I realised. His strong arms were draped protectively around me, his hands resting gently on my growing belly. I smiled softly, cherishing the warmth of his embrace. The room was filled with the faint scent of pine and something uniquely Knox-a scent that made me feel at home, minus the grime and filth.

I didn't want to move. Every part of me wanted to freeze this moment in time, to linger in the safety and love that cocooned us. It wasn't just about the hours of intimacy we had shared; it was about being with him, feeling needed, wanted, and cherished. My body seemed to hum with contentment, every nerve ending alive yet utterly relaxed. I closed my eyes, savouring the sensation, wishing the night would never end.

But my baby-bladder had other ideas. A familiar pressure nudged me, insisting that I get up. I sighed quietly, careful not to disturb Knox. Gently lifting his arm, I slipped out of bed, the cool air caressing my skin as I tiptoed toward the bathroom. I glanced back to see him stir slightly, but he settled back into sleep, a soft murmur escaping his lips.

In the bathroom, I quickly relieved myself, feeling an odd sense of companionship as I did. "Hello, my little ones," I whispered, placing a hand on my belly. It was incredible now that I was back with Knox, I could sense them more vividly than ever before. Their tiny presence was like warm flickers inside me, content and happy.

"Did you enjoy spending time with Daddy?" I cooed softly. "I think you did. I know I did." A flutter responded, and I giggled. Sage, my wolf, stirred within me.

"They can hear you," she whispered gently. "They love listening to you talk about their fathers."

"I've missed this," I admitted to her. "I've missed feeling them so clearly." A swell of emotion filled me.

"They've missed you too," Sage replied. "We all have." I smiled softly, placing both hands on my belly.

little girl, have your daddy's piercing blue eyes? Or perhaps my mothers wild curls?" I chuckled, imagining a tiny version of myself

flutter stirred beneath my palm, and I felt a gentle kick. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" I giggled. "I can

voice. "You'll be so loved. We'll have picnics in the meadow, and I'll teach you all about the stars. Your fathers

get to grow up here, surrounded by family? The looming threat of the Moon Goddess and the unsettled mess we were in cast a dark shadow over my hopes. If we couldn't sort this out, would I have to

if it means we have to leave. But I hope... I hope it doesn't

at my consciousness, a delicate brush like the softest of whispers. It was my daughter reaching out to me, her presence warm

that?" I asked,

Sage murmured. "They don't

for them." I took a deep breath, wiping away a

a way," I whispered to my pups. "We'll be together, and you'll know just how much you're loved." "Come on, Lottie," I

It felt right-like a piece of me had been missing and was finally back in place. My legs began to tingle,

I stepped back into the bedroom, the state of the room caught my eyes Clothes were strewn everywhere, food, beer cans, and untold chaos tangled on the floor, and a couple of empty glasses perched precariously on the nightstand. I pursed my lips, hands on my hips. This would

I mysed with an inner chuckle so as not to

kicking in.

cleaned

shower afterwards. A flutter of excitement stirred in my stomach at the