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black and sporty. Sorry, I don t always remember everything I see right away. It will probably float in
and out all day.
 But maybe you could ID it if you saw it again?
She shrugged.  Possibly.
Now it was his turn to sigh.  What else?
 Nothing, Caelan. Thinking about it too much right now would probably bury her deep in headacheville.
She yawned so big her jaw popped. He held her face in his hands. It was amazing how much she could
see despite how dark the room was. She liked to sleep in pitch black and normally she wouldn t be able
to see her hand in front of her face. So why was he so clear in front of her?
 You ll tell me if anything else comes to mind?
She nodded. He tucked her head beneath his chin and squeezed her to his chest.
 Fuck. I hate doing this to you. If I didn t need all the help I can get, I d help you get through the pain
and not make you bring it up again.
  S okay, she mumbled. Her eyes welled with tears. Where had he been all her life?
He gently rocked her through her quiet sobs until her eyes grew too heavy to keep open and she let the
darkness of sleep consume her.
Chapter Seven
Caelan added a third pancake to the stack and slathered it with butter before covering them in warm
syrup. He eyeballed the golden discs for a second then poured another dollop. Perfect. The pancakes
were anyway, Tieran s ass would be his for a spanking whenever she appeared.
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He d gotten up this morning intent on making her something to eat and had been shocked to see the
newly stocked refrigerator. Dumbfounded, he d stood there for several minutes, the cool air washing
over him and his heart pounding at the implication of just where the food had come from.
He d let her continue to sleep out of the sheer goodness of his heart. What he d wanted to do was storm
in there and demand she tell him what the hell she thought she was doing going out in the middle of the
night for groceries. A twinge of pain in his hand made him realize he was gripping the syrup bottle to the
point it was about to burst.
 What the hell have you done to my kitchen? she growled from the doorway, mirroring his grumpy
mood.
Tomorrow, he d remember that she was obviously not a morning person. Caelan smiled despite his
anger but kept his back to her so she wouldn t see.
 It s called making breakfast, my own.
 I don t eat breakfast, she grumbled.
He heard the scrape of a chair and had to laugh at her  humph when she plopped onto the seat.
 Have fun on your little late-night expedition, Tieran? he asked, still not bothering to turn around. If he
did, he was liable to snap at her. Literally.
 You ve got food, don t you? Be happy.
He curled the corner of his lip. Damn her smart-ass mouth.  The food could have fucking waited until
this morning. When I could have gone with you to watch out for your stubborn behind, he added
silently.
 But then you wouldn t have had anything here to make whatever it is you ve made, now would you?
Caelan finally turned, the pancakes in one hand and a huge pile of sausage and bacon in the other.
Tieran s face faded into a sickly shade of green when her gaze landed on the food he d made for her.
Her lips curled in distaste and she jerked her gaze out the window.
 You need to 
She threw a hand in the air, palm out to him and her head shook violently in protest. When she faced him
again, her eyes were wide, her cheeks puffed out. Her eyelids lowered like a curtain a second before she
bolted from the chair and raced out of the kitchen.
Caelan sighed and set the plates on the table. He knew a shifter pregnancy could be hard on a human
but he sincerely hoped this didn t last too long. Her body would need protein to maintain the life growing
inside her. How could he get meat in her if she started throwing up every time she looked at it?
The sound of violent retching filtered down the hall. He went after her. It was his fault she was like this
anyway.
 Do you mind? she cried, spitting into the toilet.
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 Nope. He wet a washcloth with cool water and filled a glass, then plunked himself on the floor next to
her, willing to be there for her whether she wanted him to or not.
Tieran yanked the washcloth out of his hands and wiped her face with it. She took the water from him
and guzzled it down like a lifeline to a desert survivor. Defeated and weak, she dropped the glass to the
ground with a clunk. Caelan was surprised it didn t shatter, but she seemed unfazed.
 Better? He caressed her shoulder with his lips and rubbed her lower back.
She nodded but he heard the small sob break free.  Why do you have to be so nice?
He was shocked. Why wouldn t he be? She was his mate, his other half. Hadn t he already told her it
was his job to make sure she was happy?
He sighed.  I hate to say this, but you might be like this every morning for a while. Something about our
DNA makes the human mothers of our children ill.
Tieran glared at the ceiling and sucked in a breath, holding it for more than he was comfortable with. He
waited for her to deal but wasn t prepared for what came out of her mouth.
 Dear God, why? Why are you doing this to me? Is there one man out there you haven t made stupid?
A second wave of vomit erupted from her throat.
What the hell, he thought, stunned beyond doing anything but watch his mate throw up again. She sat
back and wiped her face with the washcloth.  I m not stupid, he mumbled. Jesus. He scrubbed a hand
over his face. He sounded like a pouting five-year-old.
 Peter also accused me of being pregnant. Imagine being accused of the same thing by two different
men ! She laughed.  One day. I ve been with you for one day. Okay, one night too, but not feasibly
long enough to be showing signs of pregnancy this morning!
An eyebrow raised, he twisted to refill the water and handed it to her so she could wash her mouth out.
She squeezed her eyes shut and her cheeks puffed out. Apparently her stomach still wasn t happy.
She cocked her head, working something out in her brain.  How did you get the sink fixed?
He smiled.  Worked on it while you were out cold this morning. He shrugged.  Wasn t a big deal. The
faucet was loose I guess. His smile faded. Tieran s cheeks puffed out and a green tinge took over.
 Christ, baby, I can t stand to see you like this.
 Then leave, goddamn it! she spat out.
She was the most stubborn& He leaned into her shoulder and spoke in her ear.  When are you gonna
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