Chapter 194. You Look Like a Princess

Athena

I stared at the ceiling of Sarah and Orion's guest room, watching the early morning light creep across the white paint. My hand rested on my belly, feeling the gentle movements of our babies—who apparently had decided that 5 AM was a great time to practice gymnastics.

"Your daddy isn't here," I whispered to my stomach. "And I miss him already."

It had been less than twelve hours since I'd last seen Tristan, but it felt like an eternity. After the mating ceremony—which had been absolutely perfect and magical and had left both of us in tears—tradition dictated that we spend the night before our human wedding apart. 

I'd protested, of course.

"But we're already mated," I'd argued as Orion had literally escorted me out of our house last night. "Our souls are bound for eternit