LIAM
And … action, I thought.
“Damn!” I exclaimed loudly, looking at my baby as she laughed in her pouch. “You threw a bad one, huh?”
Meghan’s eyes immediately snapped on us. “She pooped?” she asked.
I nodded – trying as hard as I could to avoid getting lost in those beautiful eyes.
Fuck, if I loved her.
The feeling had not been immediate – that love hadn't surged from the depth of my soul as soon as my wolf had claimed her, but I can’t say I hadn’t fallen quick and hard for her. How couldn’t I? She was nothing but amazing – beautiful, strong, fierce, and yet loving and caring. All qualities that, somehow, slavery hadn’t ripped from her.
I’d realized I loved her the night she’d met Grace: as I watched her cradling my baby to sleep, smiling softly at her – giving her all the mat
