Brother’s Best Friends Are My Mates novel Chapter 198

Rain

After learning Lia was pregnant, I became even more anxiety-ridden and neurotic. I was always like this, but when I was stressed, it was a hell of a lot worse.

Right now, I was determined to make Lia’s life as uncomplicated as possible. I was doing my best and probably overreaching, but there was no stopping me now. Every part of me was determined to help Lia as much as I could.

If I ended up acting crazy during this point, then so be it. I was willing to do it.

I raced back into the living room, nearly slipping on the hardwood floor. “Lia! Where’s your water bottle? You need to stay hydrated!”

She gave me a look over the mountain of pillows she was lounging on. “I drank it already.”

I froze. “You finished it?!That fast?! Oh my god, you’re dehydrated. You’re going to shrivel up. I’ll get more-” “Rain!” she snapped, cutting me off. “I’m fine! Sit down for five seconds before I throw this pillow at your face.” I blinked, halfway to the kitchen. “But-“

“Sit. Down.”

I shuffled over and plopped onto the couch like a scolded puppy, heart still pounding. “Okay, okay. No need to weaponize the throw pillows.”

The pillows didn’t hurt. I mean, I was a grown wolf shifter for fucks sake! But I didn’t like the idea of random items becoming weapons. Blink and something else could become a weapon at the drop of a hat. What if it was something that hurt?

She huffed, rubbing her forehead. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bite your head off. You’re just… buzzing around and it’s making me more tired somehow.”

“It’s fine,” I said, waving a hand. “You’re baking children in there. You could curse me out in four languages and I’d still bring you water.”

She laughed weakly, the tension slipping from her face. “You’re too nice to me.”

I grinned. “Nah. I just know better than to argue with a pregnant lady carrying twins. That’s like picking a fight with a tiny, hormonal dragon.”

She snorted. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to throw this pillow at you.”

It was hard not to grin at this. Lia loved to indulge my silliness at times, and I was so grateful for it.

I leaned back, folding my arms behind my head. “Threats of violence. See? Normal. You’re doing great.” She shook her head but smiled, that soft, sleepy smile that made my chest feel way too full.

“You don’t have to wait on me hand and foot, you know,” she said after a second.

“Wrong,” I said immediately. “I do. It’s my job. Rain, former full-time rugby player, part-time bodyguard, and now, your personal snack-fetcher and professional foot massager.”

It still hurts to admit that I wasn’t a rugby player full time. I was coaching kids, something I had managed to enjoy doing. The kids were overexcited able at times but the fact was I got along with the kids. Jesse once joked that I was someone who was a bit immature so it made sense that I got along with kids.

Lia raised an eyebrow. “Foot massager?”

I nodded solemnly. “I’m a man of many talents.” “You sound way too proud of that.”

“I am proud. You haven’t lived until you’ve experienced the magic that is these hands.” I wiggled my fingers at her dramatically.

She snorted again, leaning back against her pillow fortress. “Fine. Later, you can show off your magical foot massage skills. Right now, you need to chill.”

I mimed zipping my mouth shut. “Chilling. Professional chiller. That’s me.”

“You vibrate with energy,” she said dryly. “You’re the least chill person I’ve ever met.”

“I contain multitudes,” I said, flashing her a grin. “I’m like… a whole snack and a caffeine rush rolled into one very handsome package.”

She laughed, full and real this time. “You’re an idiot.” “Maybe,” I agreed. “But I’m your idiot.”

That earned me a soft look, the kind that made something weird happen to my chest. Like my ribs got too tight, and my heart forgot how to beat normally.

She sighed, adjusting the pillows around her. “You’re going to drive yourself crazy hovering over me like this.” “Impossible. I’ve been crazy since the moment I met you.”

Or crazy since the moment I was born, but I was talking about her specifically, so this was what I wanted to think about. She tossed a pillow at me half-heartedly. “Sap.”

I caught it easily and tucked it behind her back without missing a beat. “Strategic pillow placement. Optimal comfort achieved.

She narrowed her eyes. “If you start fluffing those pillows again, I swear to god-” I grinned widely, already reaching for another pillow.

“Rain!” she warned.

I froze, my hands mid-fluff. “I wasn’t fluffing. I was… lovingly adjusting.”

“You were fluffing. Fluff one more pillow, and I’m telling Colby you cried during that dogfood commercial last week” I gasped, clutching my chest. “You wouldn’t.”

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