Lucian's POV
This bastard Roman. He was getting bold these days just because he could get closer to her easily and communicate with her.
I wanted to punch him, but then someone disturbed my thought.
"Yeah, I suck, because I didn't get anything for her," Rafe muttered, retrieving a dark bag he had tucked at the base of a tree. He carried it over to Eira.
We all turned to watch.
He opened the bag, and from it revealed a neatly crafted, soft, cozy, sleeping arrangement for the cat.
"This is for Vixen and her soon-to-be babies," he said to Eira. "It'll keep them comfortable and warm instead of keeping them in your lap all the time. I am sure you won't be able to accommodate them all once she gives birth."
Eira's eyes lingered on it before she lifted Vixen and placed her inside. The spoiled cat immediately curled into the bedding, purring, rolling happily against the softness. She was truly enjoying it like the little princess she was.
