Rebecca’s Wolves(101)

Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, landing on the top of her enormous belly under her swollen breasts.

She didn’t flinch. She’d felt Miles coming up behind her, and she smiled wider as his lips landed on her ear. “Welcome home, love.”

Another body blocked the sun by stepping in front of her and setting both hands on her belly. “You like how it all turned out?”

It was moving-in day. She hadn’t been to the property in over a week. Her mates had insisted she let them put all the finishing touches on the house before she stepped inside for the first time.

She only had a few weeks left before she would give birth.

They had rushed like crazy in the end, arguing constantly with contractors to get the place finished on time so they could move her into the new home before the baby came.

She hadn’t lifted a finger for weeks. She also hadn’t worked for weeks.

Miles and Griffen gave new meaning to the term over-protective in the last few months, increasing their insane requirements as she grew closer to birth.

Now she was finally home.

A peace stole over her even before entering to see all their hard work on the inside. A peace that had slowly filtered into each of them for the last week.

Randal Peaceman had spent nearly a year in jail. His trial was fast approaching, but last week he’d saved the tax payers a bunch of money by committing suicide.

As sad as any suicide was, and though the man was Miles’ grandfather, all three of them were relieved to have his brand of filth out of their lives.

Her peace continued with each passing day. And now she had the gorgeous house to explore.

She wasn’t clairvoyant like Melinda and Mimi, but she seemed to have picked up on many subtle nuances that made her predict with fairly good accuracy what to expect from her mates.

She smiled up at Griffen to find his gaze on her belly. “You can come out any time after tonight, little fellow. Please wait until after the party, though.”

She giggled at the way he always spoke to her belly, sure that the baby was a boy. She didn’t have the heart to tell either man she really didn’t think that was the case. In addition, Melinda agreed with her thinking it was a girl. If Melinda thought it was a girl, it was a girl. The woman had undoubtedly had visions of long curls blowing in the breeze as a giggly toddler chased after butterflies.

Rebecca wasn’t worried. She knew both men would melt no matter what sex the child was, and she had insisted repeatedly that they not find out. She needed at least one surprise, even if it was marginal.

“Let’s go inside, love. Give you the grand tour.” Miles kissed her cheek as he spoke, gently, always treating her as though she were far more fragile than she was. She’d had only six weeks with her men before they realized their oops and confronted her, chagrinned.

She doubted they were particularly sorry at any point.

After they told her she was pregnant, they immediately switched from their usual rough and tumble demeanors to something far too gentle for her taste.

No amount of arguing with them that no baby had been harmed in the history of babies through sex would dissuade them.

She was secretly looking forward to giving birth just so she could have her less-restrained mates back. Six weeks was not enough time to enjoy them. She wanted more, and she intended to resume their more creative sex life ASAP.

Miles took one hand and Griffen took the other as they led her inside.

The smile never left her face as they angled her around the house, showing off every aspect of it, including the unbelievably decked-out nursery with all the modern conveniences in the world.

When they finished show and tell, like little boys showing off their bug collection to their teacher, she heard voices coming from the front door.

She rounded the corner to the great room, knowing she would find Mimi and Melinda. Their arms were laden with bags, and Miles and Griffen rushed forward to help them.

Mimi gave up her armload with relief on her face and padded over to Rebecca to kiss her cheek. “You look radiant, child.” She set her hand on Rebecca’s belly, as was her custom, and closed her eyes.

Rebecca always had the sensation that Mimi was communicating with the baby. It gave her peace every time.

When Mimi lifted her head, she smiled brighter. “Tomorrow,” she stated as she walked away.

Rebecca shook her head. Of course. The woman knew everything. Rebecca glanced at her men. They hadn’t heard Mimi. Good. That was one secret Rebecca would rather keep until after the house-warming party.

It was only noon. The party started at five, but anyone would think it was to begin in about thirty minutes the way Melinda ran around, directing everyone and setting up platters that would later hold mountains of food.