Azalea
“I refuse,” I said with my hands on my hip.
“Little Luna, if you insist on being all around the packhouse during the day, you will not be walking everywhere,” Liam argued. “Especially not up and down the stairs.”
“Declan and Robert will not be carrying me around like a child,” I told him.
“No one thinks you are a child,” he said.
“Your uncle said to reduce physical activity, not to cease it completely,” I said. Last night Liam and I spent the evening just enjoying each other. We both needed some time to relax with our mate. Then, this morning he told me I am not allowed to walk around the packhouse anymore.
“Then you need to choose whether you are in your office or downstairs, and I will take you there,” he tried to compromise. I threw my hands up in the air in frustration
