Page 49 of These Little Heirs
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The next day at lunch when Teal passed out sonograms of our triplets no one was surprised that I was pregnant. We all scurried around the subject, but I hadn’t once denied it. I even cut back on caffeine as a preventative measure and tried to get used to not rolling over onto my back in the middle of the night. The last one sucked more than not living on catnip infused coffee all day.
“Triplets,” Odie said, placing a hand on his stomach as if he had prophetic sympathy symptoms for me.
“It could happen to any of us,” Ambry said as if it was an omen of grave things. “Look at these three giants, hard to believe they were once little Moonscale heirs.”
“These are the little heirs now,” Cobalt said, holding both babies to his chest letting the others eat first. “Well, these two and the three potatoes Ciro is growing.”
“My kids are not potatoes!” I hissed, but there was no passion behind the sound.
“Kittens look like potatoes when they loaf out. At least domesticated kittens do.”
“My kittens are feral,” Teal said.
“I believe it. Are you going to name them after Feral?” Indigo laughed.
“The guy who owns the bar?” I asked.
“The first-mate of the Guardians of Glitter Bomb territory,” Teal added on. “But no that wasn’t a hint at names.”
“Are you going to keep the blues?” Odie asked.
“Maybe,” I said. “We haven’t talked about it.”
“We’ll get the cribs built today. We bought a bulk dozen of them,” Cobalt said. “We can go ahead and get that out of the way. We’ll set them all up one but if they all sleep together, it’s whatever. Just each kid should have their own bed.”
“Are we overstepping?” Odie asked in between bites of his pulled pork sandwich.
“Not at all,” I shook my head. “We appreciate the help. I was going to ask if we needed to build another nursery or---”
“You’re one of us,” Indigo answered before I even finished the question.
“We talked about it last night and that’s going to be our answer every time you ask that question in a different way,” Ambry said. “Seriously, you’re one of us. Eat the cheesecake that’s in the fridge. Drink the sodas. Use up the last of themilk. This is your home too. Leave your socks in the corridor or something.”
“I’m trying,” I managed a smile.
“Try harder!” Indigo teased.
“Guys! At Moonglow he already left his underwear under the---” I put my hand over his mouth. Everyone knew the story, but it hit in a weird way, and I didn’t want to be turned on in front of Teal’s family. They might be okay walking in on each other all the time but now that our mating response had settled down, I wanted something of a private sex life.
“Teal?”
“Yes?” he mumbled against my palm.
“Bedroom or I bite you!” I hissed and we ran off leaving our plates half-finished.
Inside our bedroom, I dropped to my knees and made quick work of his fly. Then I sucked on him as I might’ve done the night before if my pregnancy hormones hadn’t kicked up and knocked me out in a surprise boxing match. I held onto the thick, muscular globes of his ass as I devoured him and didn’t let up until he came in my mouth.
“That’s what you get for being an underwear thief!” I panted, leaning back on my heels when the job was done.
“Crime does pay!” he laughed, bending over to give me a long, hard kiss.
“Only sometimes. I won’t always be the judge!”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Teal
