Page 34 of The Hellbeast's Betrayal

At this all the air left me at once.

“What?”I asked in astonishment.

“I know we never talked about kids, and thank the gods it hasn’t happened yet, as fuck only knows how worried I would be if I had two of you to worry about…” I naturally tensed in his hold at this, something he didn’t notice as he continued on with his fantasy.

“…but when everything is settled and we manage to actually get past all this shit, then yeah, let’s just say it’s a conversation I wanna have.”

My mouth opened but no words came out. All I could now focus on was the main part of that statement…

When he thanked the Gods it hadn’t happened yet.

Part of me felt utterly crushed, despite knowing he obviously wanted kids with me and would be happy when the time came. But clearly…that time was not now.And couldn’t I blame him,absolutely not.Because he had been crazed with worry over me. Which meant if I told him now, then that would only mean doubling that fear. And I couldn’t do that to him. Because he would need to focus, make the right decisions, and what if telling him about the baby now changed that? What if it ended up putting him in danger?

No, I couldn’t chance it.

And besides, if the worst were to happen and something caused me to lose this baby, I didn’t want him to blame himself. I didn’t want him to carry that pain or that guilt that he didn’t do enough somehow. That wasn’t fair on him.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, jarring me out of my inner dilemma.

“Wrong?” I feigned, making him frown down at me.

“Got an expressive face, sweetheart, and I know my woman.”

I released a sigh and told him,

“It’s just a nice dream to have, you know? You and I having a family one day,” I told him honestly, because I didn’t want to lie.

His eyes softened, and he wrapped me in his arms.

“Yeah, it is, baby, and one day I promise, we are going to make it happen.”

I internally whispered to myself…

You already did, Beastman, you already did.

“Now let’s get you back to your perfect self,” he stated, now letting me go.

“Perfect self?”

“Your feet are a mess, babe,” he replied, making me look down at them over his shoulder to see as I lifted one up. Torn skin and dried blood covered most of my toes.

“Don’t suppose you would have a foot spa in this tent, do you?” I joked.

“Nope, but lucky for you, I have magic blood,” he replied with a wink.

“And here was me thinking you had magic hands,” I teased, referring to when he used to have to wash my hair for me.

“That too, now once again, quit being cute while I slit a vein.”

I chuckled at that.

“Wow, I think that’s the sexiest thing anyone ever said to me,” I joked while fake fanning myself. In response to this, he sat up and playfully teased,

“Smart arse.”

I laughed before he started to pull me up to sitting.

“I’m going to spread my legs…”

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