Christian lets out a growl. “Don’t.” I open my mouth. “Seriously. Anything you have to say I’ve already thought.”
I groan. “Fine. But you owe me one.”
“That makes no sense,” he tells me before nudging his shoulder against mine. “Fine, whatever.”
“Cool. I’d like to cash that in right away, please.”
“For fuck’s sake.”
“Be my baby’s godfather... uncle... person?”
Christian tenses before he looks over at me, an unreadable look on his face. “Are you serious right now?”
“Yeah, of course. What? You thought I’d ask Gendry?”
Christian lets out a snort before he’s pulling me into the most awkward side hug, patting my back as he does. “Right,” he says when he pulls back. “Cool. Of course I’ll be their whatever.”
I sip my drink, letting it warm my belly. “I still can’t believe I’m gonna have a kid. I never thought this was in the cards for me.”
“Me neither,” Christian says softly. “Do you know like--” he stops, letting the words drift off.
“If they’re human?”
“Yeah.”
I smile at my friend’s lack of tact, not wanting Christian any other way. “We don’t know for sure. Timalah thinks they’re probably not human so we’ll either be having a little blue baby or a hybrid.” As far as Timalah and I know, this will be the very first baby made between a human and aLayperry. But Timalah has told meLayperry’shave had babies with other species. Apparently when you mix aLayperrywith another species it makes one or the other or a hybrid between the two. I’m equal parts nervous and excited, wondering what exactly our baby will look like.
“Awesome,” he says with a soft smile. I can see the way he already loves my child and I’m filled to the brim with emotions. I can barely believe this is happening, that I’m allowed to have this.
“Who’s the other godfather?” I wince, giving Christian a look. “Oh hell no. Are you serious right now?”
Thankfully, my mate saves me by stepping outside our door, waving me over. “Sorry to drop that and run but uh, looks like my mate needs me!” I jump out of my seat and leap down the porch stairs, laughing to myself when I hear Christian muttering about that damnToralleh. Whatever my mate’s been working on, I know it’s infinitely better than listening to Christian’s drama, no matter how much I wanna tell him to just make a move on Ghenie already and put all of us out of our misery. There’s no way he’s that passionate about the guy without having some sort of feelings for him and I’m almost positive those feelings arenothate.
And hey, maybe if they can get their heads out of their butts, it’ll be reason enough for Christianto stay. I can dream at least.
Stepping onto my own porch, I’m greeting with large arms wrapping around me and tugging me against Timalah’s body. I look down at his round belly, wonder striking me all over like it has everyday for the past six months that we’ve been mated.
“Come inside,” Timalah says, his voice breathy, making need rise up under my skin. I look over my shoulder, giving Christian one last wave and laughing when he flips me the bird before stepping inside our home.
Chapter Thirteen
Miles
As soon as we step into the door, Timalah’s mouth is hot and needy against my throat, kissing against my sensitive skin. Lightning races down my spine at the feeling and my cock quickly plumps in my pants. Timalah’s big hands grip my hips, holding me still as he grins against me, making the tiniest little noises against my neck.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, completely unprepared for this. “Fuck, Timalah.”
“Need you,” he says, his mouth never stopping its assault against my sensitive skin. “Need you,Dorshkah. One last time before it’s time. Please.”
“Anything,” I tell him, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that it’s true. There’s nothing within my power that I wouldn’t give him. He drags me into our bedroom, his mouth still nipping at my throat as we move. Gods, I love how possessive he is of me, how he marks me with his scent and his teeth and his love bites.
I finally open my eyes, only to freeze. “What?”
Timalah’s hands tighten where they hold onto my hips, his face suddenly looking worried. I turn, taking our bedroom in. Our mattress has been moved to the corner of the room, our loveseat at the base of the mattress, our couch on the side not against the wall, leaving our mattress completely surrounded from all sides. There are pillows and blankets and shirts all over the mattress.
I clear my throat. “Is this uh? Is this aLayperrything?”
Timalah’s cheeks are purple with his blush and most of the time, I would find that adorable, but right now I just wanna ease his worries away. I touch his cheek, forcing him to look at me. “I don’t mind. I just want you to explain.”
