98 Pupped

Grumbling under my breath, I pulled on a bathrobe, patted my hair dry and stepped out of the bathroom.

Now that I think about it, my appetite has been fairly good lately too.

And if my train of thought and suspicions are correct, I think I might...slightly...maybe...could be—.

"Pupped." Eros' voice startled me out of nowhere and I lost grip of the towel in my hands.

"Pupped? Pupped what?" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"You are pupped," he stated as if talking to a little baby.

Eros' large hands enveloped a portion of my belly, hot against my flushed skin.

He stroked my stomach through the fabric of the bathrobe rather endearingly as if he could see these 'pups'.

I unconsciously took a step back.

"Excuse me?" I gawked, mouth hanging wide open as I tried to put two and two together.

Then, I was gobsmacked by the seriousness of his words.

"Pupped?" I whispered in disbelief as my hand covered his and my eyes became wide in shock.

No way.

"Yes, pupped. In other words, pregnant," he announced proudly.

But, from what I could tell, Eros seemed to swell with pride.

I could feel his ego inflate like a hot air balloon at full capacity.

Ugh.

Men.

"I know what that means!" I remarked, smacking his shoulder.

Eros shrugged and his lips curled higher into a wide, pleased smile.

"How long have you known?" I feel quite shell-shocked at the moment.

"Your scent changed just now, more ripened and sweet," he replied, taking a step closer towards me.

My brows wrinkled at his description of my scent, not quite understanding what he was saying.

Ripened?

Sweet?

"Are you sure it's not just the body wash?" I asked.

The stern and serious expression on his face thoroughly managed to dispel any qualms I had over the matter.

"But how?" I whispered out absently, very tempted to bite my fingers in nervousness.

Eros proceeded to drop onto his knees in front of me, nuzzling his face into my tummy with this adoring look in his blue eyes.

"Did you think that those vigorous rounds of lovemaking wouldn't lead to this?" he stated with a satisfied smirk, a hand twining long strands of my hair in his fingers before pulling on it and making me look down at him.

I knew that no contraceptives worked on Eros' seed, but I didn't think that I would be pregnant this quick.

Truthfully, I don't know how I feel about this.

I bit on my lip, backing up slightly when he stood up again.

Eros' body towered over my slight form, casting a shadow over my face.

His eyes glowed as his head dropped forward.

Eros' soft lips brushed against the corner of my mouth, his tongue lazily smoothing across the parting of my lips.

"Quit trying to distract me," I muttered out. My hands pressed against his muscled chest in an attempt to get some space.

Although, I felt my body unconsciously lean into his warmth and my limbs become jelly.

"I have to think this over," I continued, ready to make a run for it when his hands encircled my waist and pulled me flush against his hot body.

I could feel his excitement brush against my belly, thick and hot.

"You can think it over later, Emira. There are more important things to entertain at the moment," came his husky reply.

Before I knew it, I found myself in the same position again, obviously on my back and him in between my legs.

And here I was wondering why I was pregnant.

If you act like rabbits than you will breed like them.

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I have come to terms with being pregnant.

Although I am still quite iffy on the topic, I don't feel as panicked as I did in the beginning.

In a weird way, I was accustomed to the thought now.

The more time passed, the calmer I became.

Because I knew what I was getting into when I mated with Eros.

I mean how can I not?

I was given plenty of warnings, and I have mulled over it more than once because of my tendency to overthink.

Yet, I did what my heart felt was right.