The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Paige's POV.

'Baby, you know that I would never lie to you.'

I scrunch up my nose and keep staring.

'Stop staring, let it go.'

'You promise' I pout.

Logan sighs and comes over to stand next to me. He places his hands on my shoulders and makes me face him.

'Look at me,' he urges. I look up and meet his eyes. 'I'm telling you; your ankles are not fat.'

I push my bottom lip out and then try to see my ankles. I can't even see them if I look down; my bump is too big. I resort to the mirror and inspect them once more.

They're definitely bigger than they used to be. I hope they go back to their normal size after this pregnancy.

'You are gorgeous,' Logan says warmly. 'Now, I've got to go. Promise me that you won't spend the afternoon looking in that damn mirror'

'I promise,' I reply glumly.

'I love you,' my mate tells me and kisses my forehead.

'I love you, too,' I reply, already feeling better now that I've heard those words from him.

Seven months pregnant and I feel enormous. I have just finished my last week at work and now, I'm officially on maternity leave.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad about that. I love being a nurse and it keeps me so busy. I have this horrible fear of being sat around the house, bored out of my brain.

I grab my handbag and lock it up. We moved out of my flat a couple of months ago and bought this house. Logan and I both agreed that we needed somewhere bigger if we were going to have a baby.

I drive around to my parents' house. My twin, Phoebe, is already there when I arrive. We have matching bumps seeing as our due dates are so close.

I catch up with her, discussing the joys of pregnancy. I'll confess, it really isn't what I expected. The morning sickness that comes in the afternoon and the constant need to pee are not fun.

But I'm still stupidly happy. Phoebe is the same, she's completely loved up with Oberon.

India, our cousin, arrives and joins us outside for lunch.

'How are things going with Sebastian and Jake' I ask her.

She grins at the mention of her mate and his teenage son.

'Amazing, thank you. Jake has actually started to call me Mum, believe it or not,' she replies excitedly. 'It slipped out by accident one time and now, he's said it a couple of times.'

'That's amazing!'

'I'm just so excited for school to be over, one month left,' India exclaims.

She works as a secondary—school teacher. I honestly don't know how she does it. I thought being a nurse was hard, but you couldn't pay me to teach a room of children with attitude problems.

No, thank you.

'Have you decided whether you're going to have the babies at home yet or not' India asks us.

I look at Phoebe, who shrugs.

'I'm not sure. I keep bouncing between home birth and hospital. I think we'll probably end up going to the hospital because it's a bit late to be planning it now.'

'I'm sticking with the hospital. I think Logan will be traumatized if I set up a birthing pool in our living room, he only finished decorating it two weeks ago.'

'You should speak to Orelia, she might be able to offer some advice.'

Orelia is the adopted daughter of Lydia and Aurora (Rory). Rory went to school with my parents and India's parents. Orelia and her adopted sister, Ines, are like family to us. We call them cousins, even though they're not technically family.

Orelia is trained as a midwife, so she's already been answering every panicked text I've sent her ever since I found out I was pregnant.

We don't work in the same hospital; she works in the hospital in a city about an hour from mine.

'I think I've probably been driving her crazy with all the texts I've sent her,' I respond with a guilty laugh.