I refuse to find out before her.
I made her a promise that she would be the first to know, and I intend to keep my word. No one else will find out whether the baby is a boy or a girl before she does. No matter what, no matter how much it costs me.
I won’t repeat the same mistake I made when I collared her. I got everything else I wanted and I’m content to let Adriana have this moment. It feels right for that moment to be hers, and I’m going to make damn sure that it isn’t taken from her.
“You’re going to be the first to know, Adi.”
She nods and relaxes back, somehow comforted by the assurance I’ve kept my word. My child kicks again and she ignores it, resting against me. She seems content, even if she’s tired.
It irritates me that she won’t let me use my magic to energize her.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine, Amaymon.”
My chest expands a little. She’s taken to using my real name and I fucking love it. Particularly when she screams it as she comes. My needs haven’t abated and she’s become more demanding during pregnancy. I assume it’s the hormones and I’m sure as fuck not going to complain about it.
Her preferences change and currently she’s in the mood to suck cock. I haven’t got a fucking clue why she’s so fucking keen to take my dick down her throat. Maybe it’s the perk I get for getting her pregnant and she’s getting fantastically good at sucking me off. Her tongue does this flicking thing that sends me fucking wild and Adriana won’t be forgetting that trick after she pushes my baby out.
I trail my fingers down her arm, and she moans quietly.
“I really am okay.”
She’s protesting too much.
Adriana adjusts herself and pulls my arms around her chest.
“I’m honestly fine, Amaymon. Just tired and fed up with everything.”
I draw a deep breath.
“Not with the pregnancy. Just the actual being pregnant.”
I exhale.
Fuck.
My heart almost stopped from the sheer damn shock.
It took Adriana some time to come to terms with what was happening. She wasn’t unhappy, but she wasn’t comfortable either. In all honesty, I can’t say I blame her. She had to handle discovering her father was an angel who decided it was best notto be in her life while processing everything that happened in the temple.
“We can talk if you’re not…”
“I really am,” she says, sliding her hand over mine. “I know I wasn’t thrilled in the beginning.”
That’s an understatement.
She cried most nights. A lot of the days, too. I couldn’t work out if it was because of what Eva did to her or if it was the baby growing inside her. Hormones are funny things and the mind is even stranger.
Adriana wouldn’t talk about it in the beginning, so I took matters into my own hands. There’s no point in having magic if you can’t use it. I needed to know what the fuck happened to Adriana, even if there was little I could do to change it.
I almost lost my shit entirely.
It was worse than I dared to imagine and the only thing that stopped me from tearing Hell apart was the thought that Adriana needed me. I convinced myself that her ordeal was the reason she was so fucking distressed and I stopped caring if that was a lie to help me cope with whatever she was going through.
Adriana didn’t need my self-indulgent anger and she definitely didn’t need my pity. She’d survived a fucking ordeal, and what she needed was my help. I might not have been thrilled, but I wasn’t making this into my problem. My girl had more than enough on her plate without me adding to it.
The crying stopped a few weeks after she started showing. The nightmares, too. Then Adriana started talking and we made some fucking progress.
