“Is he in the sick stage?” Des asked.
“I think so. Yes. He was hiding it from me, so it’s hard to know, but ever since he told me it’s been a little easier to tell, and it he’s really sick in the mornings, Boss.”
Des nodded, waving a hand in the air. “Then you totally need to start keeping Sprite in the fridge, and saltine crackers next to the bed. Stuff a cracker in his mouth first thing in the morning when he wakes up, and it will help with the nausea. It’s the most natural way to do it, and that way he doesn’t have to take anything chemical. Also, if you want to go flying with him, which I know you love to do, now’s the time. Once he starts to show it won’t be safe.”
“You mean flying could hurt him?”
“No. I mean if somebody set out to hurt him, it would be totally worse if they noticed he was pregnant. Then he would be a real target, and his family is already unstable. I’ve been hearing rumors about their problems. They’re having border wars and financial issues.”
“Crap. When were you going to tell methatin our meetings?” Surely Des hadn’t intended to keep that from him?
“When I had better intel. But with what you just told me, it was important to give you the update now.”
“Thanks.” He mulled that over. He would have to tell Reed, but he hated to mar their joy with bullshit about his mate’s family. “That sucks.”
“It does. But you’re family, Hamish. We’ll deal with this together.” Des’s eyes flashed gold, the air popping with power as the vow was made.
Sealed with dragon magic.
He couldn’t ask for more than that.
Chapter
Three
“Reed.”
“Hmmm?
“Reed?”
“Hmmm?” He was very busy. So, he wasn’t trying to be rude, but he needed to get this little coaster all diamond painted so he could give it to Starry as a ‘hey, we’re pregnant together’ gift.
“What are you doing?”
He glared at Hamish, who had bent over to look, blocking his light. “I am diamond painting. I do it to relax.”
“Hmmm.” Hamish did back off a little. “You don’t sound relaxed.”
“I’m not.” He sighed. “I need to get this done now that I peeled off the plastic. It won’t take long.”
Hamish moved over to flop on the couch. “Can I keep you company?”
“Sure.” He bit his lower lip to concentrate, and he had to admit, Hamish didn’t bother him. In fact, when he glanced over, Hamish was reading on his phone, feet bobbing in the air, his socks printed with T-Rexes playing croquet, he thought. Maybe field hockey.
He put his head back down, working until he was done. Then he stretched, his lower back protesting. It was already bothering him, and he’d only known he was pregnant for like, three weeks.
“All done, baby?” Hamish asked, putting aside his phone.
“Yeah.” And he wasn’t any happier.
“You feeling bad?”
“My back hurts, and I just feel itchy and not good.”
Hamish opened his arms. “Wanna come lie on top of me and let me rub your back?”
“Yes.” He sniffed, then dove at Hamish, letting those arms wrap around him so Hamish could pull him down.
