And most of the baby’s weight.
He or she was a heavy little beast. We assumed it was a boy, and a bear, but we were waiting until it came to find out for sure.
I hadn’t been on board with the surprise, but Madi wasn’t willing to budge on it.
So, neither of us had a clue what we were having.
The baby would be here in a few days, though.
I could hardly wait to meet them.
“Ambrose,” Madi complained. “I’m too pregnant for this.”
“You’re fine.”
“Do you want me to punch you in the balls? Because I will.”
“You like my balls too much for that.”
She scowled, but I finally stopped her in front of the gazebo I’d set up in the forest.
When she sniffed the air, her scowl vanished. “Why does it smell like fruit?”
All she’d wanted to eat through her whole pregnancy was fresh fruit. She was growing a shifter, so we had no idea why she wanted fruit over something like meat. It was cute to watch her obsess over fruit, though.
Not as cute as it was to watch her body grow, swell, and curve with the life she was growing for us. But still cute.
“Just try to be patient, for once in your life.” I stepped around her back and started untying the blindfold.
Madi tore it over her head, tossing it against my chest as she looked around the gazebo.
Her eyes lingered on the cushioned area set up next to a platter of fresh fruit for a moment, but moved around the rest of the space just as quickly. The sun was going down, and fairy lights glowed around the space.
On the other side of the gazebo from the fruit, an arched entryway was lined with flowers.
Madi looked down at her dress.
I’d slipped it over her head after blindfolding her. She’d assumed it was something kinky, but for once, she was wrong.
It was a soft, flowy white silk dress. Though it had enough fabric to basically float over her swollen belly, there was no weight to it.
“You put me in a wedding dress,” she breathed, finally meeting my gaze. “Do you think I’m going to marry you, Ambrose Stevenson?”
“I do.” I gave her a small smile. “I want you to be my wife as much as you’re my mate, Mads.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “Don’t make me cry. You know I’m a hormonal beast right now.”
“It’s fine if you do. There’s no audience this time.” I gestured to the forest around us.”
“There could be a few squirrels out there.” She dashed away her tears.
“I can scare them away for you if you want.”
She laughed. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“Good. I don’t think I could talk myself into putting this tux back on after shifting.”
“It looks hot, though.” She patted my chest lightly. “IthinkI can marry you here. Without an audience. And with this dress, that’s thankfully not poofy. Or uncomfortable.” She eyed the table I’d set up. “Especially if there’s fruit at the end. But you forgot something.”
