A Few months later

“Push baby, push.”

“Hayden, shut, up.”

“Suit yourself but I don’t think they want to stay in there much longer.”

She glared at me as she dug her nails into my hand. To say she was not pleased at this turn of events was a mild misleading statement. She was pissed.

I’m not sure if it had been that first time or one of the other times throughout my breeding campaign, but somewhere along the way I’d nailed ...