Page 85 of I Dated the Lost Song

That was surprising.

“His mate is a seer and an omega. She understands.” He looked at her. “But we will have to arrange a new court dress for you. This look is exceptionally hot but not what is proper for the Sethir.”

She looked down to where the gown was now stretched taut over her belly. “Yeah, it’s a little obvious.”

He smiled and stroked a hand over where their daughter was moving lazily. “It looks like Vinul won’t have to wait as long as he thought.”

She snorted. “That is not why I did this.”

“No, but I am not surprised that Salat and Khytten are still MIA. It was interesting to watch.”

She snorted. “Thanks to the events of this week, my normal conservative nature has taken a bit of a hit.”

He slid an arm around her waist. “You don’t say. Tell me more.”

She laughed. “I am going to see if I can do anything on the pole.”

“Like that?”

“Yeah, well, I can still teach.”

“You can. What else do you do for entertainment?”

“Oh, when Cadence writes songs, I sing the samples and then send them off.

“You sing?”

“Oh, yeah. I have a great voice.” She laughed. “No false modesty here.”

“Why don’t you sing professionally?”

“Because I am an accountant.” She smiled. “Singing is fun, and I don’t want it to be work.”

“Wait, you sell them?”

“Sure. Cadence has been responsible for eight of the last ten number-one singles over the last few years. She has a lot of energy, and it comes out in the songs.”

Vinal came over and wrapped his arms around her. “Love the new curves. How far along are you?”

“Twenty-six weeks, according to the good doctor. Oh, that is why Salat and Khytten are missing. Torenne joined them.”

Salat returned and was grinning, his teeth startlingly white in his dark features. “Khytten is taking a... nap.”

Sarel laughed. “Yes, she looked like she wanted to be tired.”

Salat grinned and said, “Esme has been teaching us the aerial pole. She doesn’t have your easy grace, but it has been a lot of fun. How long can we keep it?”

“Ask Zera. It was part of my contract for six months. Since my location has shifted, the contract is voided.” She rubbed her stomach. “I also don’t foresee myself flying in the next six months. Not on the pole anyway.” She grinned. “The wings can still manifest.”

“Would you sing for us?” Vinul rubbed his head against hers, scent-marking her again.

“Sure. What would you like to hear?”

Sarel said, “Sethir-Nin lullabies?”

“Sure. I need to sit down, though. Khytten took all of my body fat and turned it into the baby. That was quite the shift.”

Vinul picked her up, and she leaned her head against him, singing a soft and slow lullaby in a language that she could read but not speak. She could sing it, though.

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