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“What?” I raised my head to look into his green eyes staring up at me.
“What?”
“You first,” I told him.
“I want you to claim me,” he repeated. “And I want to claim you, obviously. It won’t be a one-sided claiming.”
My brow wrinkled, “Is that a thing?”
He shrugged, “Don’t know. Just making sure my expectations were clear.”
“Marry me,” I repeated, not making it a question.
“Yes,” he grinned up at me, then laid his head back down. “But I want to ride your dragon.”
Groaning, I sighed. “This again?”
“Those are my terms. Marry you and I get to ride the dragon. And by ride the dragon, I’m not talking about your dick.”
Sighing dramatically, I said, “Fine. As long as Connor can make something to secure you.”
“My honey badger is small. So it doesn’t have to be too big.”
Eyebrows raised, I said, “Now your honey badger wants to ride?”
“Of course.”
“Of course, how silly of me.”
“Fine, your honey badger can ride, honey.”
“No,” Ronen said sharply, shaking his head. “No. We aren’t starting that. That will not be athing.”
Placing a kiss on top of his head, I just smiled, content with my omega in my arms, our child sleeping next to us.
Ronen raised his head up, looking over at the bassinet, then laid his head back on my chest.
“Everything okay?” I whispered.
He rubbed his head against me, yawning. “Just the ghosts checking on the baby. They’ve been scarce today. Hospitals aren’t their favorite places.”
Ronen fell asleep a few minutes later, and I shifted him in my arms. Looking over at the bassinet, our son sleeping peacefully, I nearly jumped when his blanket levitated in the air, before covering his shoulders snugly.
“Uh, thanks,” I whispered, feeling foolish talking to thin air. “And thank you for helping him that night. And I guess, thanks for pushing me down the stairs. Without that…nudge, we might not be here today.”
I shivered as I swore a cold hand cupped my cheek, patting it gently, then was gone.
Epilogue
Ronen
The truck bounced along as we drove halfway up the side of the mountain on Mason’s parents' land, before Connor, my new brother-in-law, came to a stop.
Last week, we had married in a simple ceremony in my grandmother’s great room, in front of the stone fireplace. Mason’s family had flown in, and we had a small reception of family and close friends. We had flown back with them, so Mason could show me his family ranch, and I could get better acquainted with my new in-laws.
Andrew, Cord, and Connor welcomed me with open arms, and were all lovely people. They were over the moon with Colton, Andrew declaring he would have him in a saddle before we left to go back to Sweet Alps.
I had thought the man was joking, until I had looked out the kitchen window yesterday morning, and seen my new father-in-law holding my son in his arms while he slow walked on the back of a ridiculously large horse.
