Harlee POV
“Ugh, I have too much stuff.” I complained.
“You act as though it's anyone's fault but your own.” Sands teased, carrying a large cardboard box through the kitchen.
“I don't know why you won't let us do this the easy way.” Sam grumbled as he shoved books into a box.
“Waste of your resources. And I'm the one feeding you.” I sniped, then blushed fiercely. Ash leaned in with a laugh.
“I never did say congratulations on cracking that nut did I?” Ash murmured lasciviously. I swatted at them, but Ash easily dodged.
“Next time I have morning sickness at all hours of the day, I'm going to puke on you.” I grumbled. I was moody, seriously moody. Ash was blaming it on the nature of the beast, i.e. carrying Incubi children, emotional conduits. I told Ash they could have war
