It’s been many days and my Oma’s in his bed while doctors promise me they’ll deliver a miracle.

As they said last time.

Heavy labored breathing jerked me out of my thoughts. If there’s a way to both want someone away and yet near, Peter caused it. He should be in bed resting like a good Femeni. I had no desire to order him about, but I knew best.

They removed most of the infection. I was uncertain how the spine found its way into him.

Misfortune or something sinister? So many questions.

I wasn’t sure how much of his discomfort was due to healing or his pregnancy. He said he experienced ‘Cabin Fever’. The implant didn’t translate his idiom well, and I called for the doctors to activate the medical field when he first told me. I sighed. Volardi Femeni were never so stubborn. Humans were so alien and yet… there was a certain beauty in them. My gaze went over the curve of his stomach and I felt my cock stiffen. Femeni were treasured but they would truly never know the hold they had on us. Perhaps that’s why others were cruel. They had so much power and didn’t know it. They continued our race. Then there were the heats and sex… My eyes half-lidded at the thought of his ass leaking with slick.

I shook my head. This wasn’t the time, but I could appreciate the curve of his body. He made sure he stood at an angle with his robe thrown back. Just enough to see the widening of his hips and the outward stomach bulge. He would grow more until it dropped further down. I smiled at the visual even though that would anger him. The image of my Femeni on the bed unable to get up was… adorable.

I went to him and ran my hands over his back. With a quick breath, I inhaled his tree scent.

Nature. Fitting for a farmer’s son I suppose.

“You should be in bed,” I said softly. “Volardi pregnancies are quicker. You do not have nine months like your females. Our child will be here soon and faster than you expect.”

“Maybe.” His panting told me I had a point. “You need me to be with you.”

Instinct almost made me say, “I don’t need anyone.” That was obviously untrue.

“He’s my Oma too,” he said. My gaze went the beads of sweat on his forehead and the shakes that would be unnoticeable to anyone not his mate. Daras were better at emotions with Femeni but for now, we were two. It takes me a while to learn, but I do. I leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. “The gesture is appreciated. I will let you know when. For now… please rest.”