The temple, inside, is different than the ones that we’ve been in before. While the desert temple was elegantly sparse, and the city temple was sweeping and impressive, this one is…cozy. The architecture is still bright and wide, but you can tell that women live here and treat it as a home. As I loo

My mother laughs again, snapping our attention back to her. “No, my daughter,” she says, smiling and shaking her head. “You misunderstand me. What I mean to say here is that…hmm,” she looks up at the ceiling as if thinking it through. “It is difficult to put into words…I do not use them often.”

But, as much as I want it, I also want it to be special. Knowing my mate, he’ll want to sink his teeth into me in the back of that RV – if not before - but…no. I want something more than that. Quite suddenly, though, another question crops up in my mind. “Does this mean…um,” I hesitate, also tryin

“Why not?” He asks, and I can sense his mild disappointment. “Because!” I say, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We’re in my mom’s house – there are people that live here! We’re not just going to like, throw down here in the back of the temple –“ “Why the hell not?” he asks, looking at me like I

Thrilled, my sister nods and then takes her hand from mine, stepping back with her mate. “I do. We both do.” And then she puts a hand on her stomach, still smiling at me. “The baby does too.” “WHAT!” I shout again, laughing and stumbling forward, putting my hand on her stomach as if I could feel t