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Taesan's POV
The growls won't stop as I hold my mate and take him to the waiting car.
He's my trophy, my prize, and my treasure.
Once we take our seat in the black sedan, I pull him onto my lap. We're both soaked through, but I don't mind.
I don't mind getting my car seat wet just to hold him on my lap and keep my greedy hands on his bump.
It's me being caring, not clingy…just caring for my mate in the best way.
"Oh Taesan…I'm so happy I think I might have died and gone to heaven" he whispers.
I can hear his teeth clattering from the cold. The clattering bothers me, so I hold his jaw, tip his face toward me and then kiss him.
His lips are cold but sweet, he is my favorite flavor. The scent of his vanilla pheromones blooms stronger, and I kiss him even deeper.
I don't stop myself from rubbing my hand over his small bump.
That small swell is the place where our babies are growing. Are they sons? Daughters? Or a boy and a girl?
I don't know.
