Chapter 195 Chapter 195
Chapter 195 Chapter 195
Kamrynn’s POV
I woke to the soft golden light of morning filtering through the curtains, the scent of fresh pine and dew drifting in from outside. The warmth of Calvin’s arms was wrapped around me, and for a moment, I just lay there, savoring the peacefulness of the moment.
I knew we had a big day ahead. Rmonica had mentioned yesterday that she would be throwing a party to celebrate our stay at Blue Bell, and knowing her, it wouldn’t just be a small gathering. She’d been excited about it, despite being heavily pregnant, and I’d learned by now that once Rmonica set her mind on something, there was no stopping her.
Reluctantly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Calvin, and made my way to the bathroom to get ready. By the time I was showered and dressed, Calvin was awake, leaning lazily against the headboard with that sleepy, satisfied grin that I couldn't tell why but made my heart skip a beat.
“Good morning, Luna,” he teased, his voice rough from sleep.
I flushed, thinking back to last night, to the way he’d asked me to be his Luna right before slipping that paper ring onto my finger. The memory made my chest warm, and I reached out to brush his messy hair off his forehead.
“Morning, Alpha,” I teased back.
We lingered for a few more minutes, just enjoying the quiet intimacy, but soon, there was a knock at the door, and Rmonica’s voice floated through the wood.
“Kamrynn! Calvin! Don’t tell me you’re still in bed! You’ve got a party to get ready for, and I need my daughter to look her best!”
I laughed, shaking my head as I stood up and opened the door. Rmonica stood there with a wide grin, her round belly prominent under her flowing dress. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was practically glowing with excitement.
“Good morning to you too, Rmonica,” I said with a smile, but even as I greeted her, my mind drifted to the twins.
“How are our little minions?” I asked, peeking past her, half-expecting to hear the sound of coos or tiny cries trailing behind her.
“Oh, don’t worry about them,” Rmonica said with a laugh, catching the look on my face. “They’re still fast asleep in my room. Those little angels didn’t stir all night, and I’ve already fed them this morning. They’ll be up and ready to join the festivities later.”
A wave of relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. No matter how much I trusted Rmonica, it still felt strange being away from the twins, even for one night.
“Thank you for watching them,” I said sincerely.
“Of course, dear,” she said, waving me off like it was nothing. “Now, no time for pleasantries! We’ve got work to do! The guests will be arriving in a few hours, and I want everything to be perfect.”
By midday, after spending some time with Astor and Arabella, Calvin and I finally made our way to the grand hall. The twins had been in Rmonica’s care since last night, and even though I’d checked on them earlier, it still felt good to scoop them up and hold them in my arms again.
Astor giggled happily as I kissed his chubby little cheek, his tiny fists waving in the air, while Arabella nuzzled against my shoulder with a soft sigh. They were only three months old, but every day, they seemed to grow a little more, their personalities blooming right before my eyes.
“Are they behaving?” I asked, glancing at Rmonica, who was sitting nearby with her hand resting protectively over her round belly.
“They’re perfect,” she said with a warm smile. “Just like their mama.”
I laughed, bouncing Astor gently on my knee. “I think they get most of their charm from Calvin.”
“Maybe,” Rmonica teased, “but the stubbornness? That’s all you.”
I laughed again, shaking my head as I handed Astor back to her and kissed Arabella’s forehead. Calvin and I had a party to attend, but knowing our babies were in good hands made it easier to step away.
When we finally reached the grand hall, I was stunned by how beautiful everything looked. Rmonica had truly outdone herself.
The decorations were simple but elegant, with delicate floral arrangements on the tables and twinkling lights strung along the walls. It was exactly the kind of intimate, welcoming atmosphere that reflected the spirit of Blue Bell. Lorien was already present, with his arms around Lysaa, inspecting the place as if he wanted to make it danger proof. His knack for being extra was probably one of the qualities that made him endearing.
Only a small group of pack members had been invited—a handful of warriors, a few elders, and some of the palace staff—and as Calvin and I walked in, we were greeted with warm smiles and excited waves. Kyven and Thalia were even sending winks our way. This wasn’t just a party; it was a celebration of family, of home, and of everything we’d overcome to get here.
“Looks like everyone’s happy to see us,” I said, smiling as I spotted familiar faces in the crowd.