Chapter 95. Trouble Stirs

A few days has passed and Skye seemed better than before. I ensured he had new dress wounds every day. Despite being unwell, he was still being a pervert. As I unwrapped his last bandage from his arm, he pulled me closer to himself.

"How are my babies doing?" He asked and I raised a brow.

"Your babies?" I asked.

He nodded as he tucked a wayward strand of my hair away from my face. "You and the baby in you." He said and I gave a small smile. 

"Doing pretty well," I said. He placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Thank you for your care." He said and I just stayed there with a smile on my face. I planned on telling him about my feelings today.

He lowered his head towards mine and I looked away and tried to leave his arms. "You're not completely healed, Skye," I said to him.

"With you in my arms, I'm made whole." He replied, pulling me gently back on him as he placed his lips on mine. I sighed as his tongue probed deeper into my mo