Page 47 of These Little Heirs
“I told you I wasn’t nice.”
“But really, I don’t mind the threats. I don’t mind the babying either,” I shrugged. “From you. From anyone else I might let you rip their face off.”
“The only other people who baby you like that are your brothers. Not even your carrier babies you like they do. Hell, they might do it more than I do. They just don’t use the same language.”
I opened my mouth ready to defend how we interacted, but Ciro wasn’t done speaking.
“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. You get sad a lot but that just means you see the world for what it is. You all ‘baby’ each other and I think that’s the way it’s meant to be. Sometimes we have to tiptoe around each other’s sore spots because they wouldn’t be sore if someone else hadn’t stabbed us. You’ve changed the subject again, though. The baby,” he pointed at the pooch of his belly.
“I’ll do the ultrasound when you’re ready,” I grinned. “I haven’t been putting it off because of Morvan. I’ve been counting days, mate. I think you’re between seventeen and twenty-one days pregnant. That means we have about eighty days left. You’ve been active and eating normally. You’ve been sleeping well and your mood is as good as can be expected with what happened. After what you had to see I didn’t want to add extra stress to the situation.”
“Had to see? No, I didn’t have to see anything,” Ciro shook his head. “I’m pregnant, not a damsel. Do you know you have to pass a psychological evaluation to be a Moonscale Guard? That they turn jocks and brutes away every session because they don’t have the resilience to be a guard? I do and being pregnant doesn’t change that. Plus, I insisted on going with you. Do I wish we could’ve saved him? Honestly, I don’t know but I’m not haunted by his death. Maybe by the look on your face. Maybeeven by Morvan’s sobs and screams but not by the death of a guy who tried to blow us up on purpose and hired a hitman to kill someone in his own egg clutch. I’m not wired to grieve that.”
“I wasn’t saying you’re weak.”
“Remember that,” Ciro said. “This,” he pointed to his stomach. “doesn’t change who I am. This only adds to it and I wouldn’t have let you cum bucketfuls into me unless I thought I could defend my kittens.”
I blushed.
“Bucketfuls, huh?” I arched a brow.
“Not tonight, mate,” he shook his head. “The only phallic shaped object coming near me tonight is the ultrasound wand. I am not in the mood to vomit on you. You and your buckets got us into this mess.”
“Huh? What happened to not making the baby alone?”
“Well, I didn’t cum in my ass, sweetheart,” he laughed.
“That would be a trick.”
“And just so you know my cat says kittens. S. Hard S. Kittens in the plural.”
“We can handle that,” I grinned.
“Good. Now, I want to shower and when I come out into the bedroom you better have that wand ready.”
“Mate, you’re killing me here,” I groaned.
“Well, I’m about to get naked and soap up. So unless you want to be extra dead, get out while you still can,” he said, holding his hands out to me for help up.
I helped him up, achingly aware of how hard I was.
“You take a long time in the shower. I’ll take care of this and then we’ll see how many babies are in your bucket.”
“That analogy doesn’t work unless you’re going to do a sperm count test,” he said and playfully pushed me out of the bathroom. “Oh, and the door? That would be bloody hot under different circumstances but you’re fixing it after we get somesleep. We’re going to have toddlers in this house soon and no one knocks here. So, the bathroom door is going to lock or I’m going to bite someone.”
“Killing me!” I groaned as he shut the bathroom door.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ciro
An hour later, I came back into the bedroom wearing just my bathrobe to find that Teal had set up several snack plates on the bed. He was reclined against the headboard, reading a book and eating from a bag of cheese puffs.
“Feel better?” he asked, setting his book aside after fumbling around for a few seconds to find his bookmark.
“My stomach does, yeah,” I nodded, taking up my normal seat on the bed and grabbing a cracker.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry but I’m a dragon and food improves most things,” Teal shrugged.
