Page 74 of Grumpy Pucking Orc
My eyes scanned the line of tall, green-skinned, muscle-bound guys until I saw Ozar. I felt my very soul light up, my lips curl into a smile. Jumping up and down, I waved and shouted, thrilled as he smiled and waved back before breaking from the line of hockey players to jog over to me.
“You came.” He enfolded me in his huge arms, curling me against the warmth of his body. I hugged him back, already feeling the ache of being separated from him even though he hadn’t yet left.
“Brought some hibachi for you to take with you.” I pulled away and awkwardly handed him the bag. “Beef and veggie with Hunan sauce, extra cabbage.”
He took the carry-out. “My favorite. And you don’t need to suffer from the effects of my cabbage consumption, either.”
I laughed, feeling sorry for the teammates who’d be on the bus with him when the extra cabbage worked its way through Ozar’s digestive system. “Better them than me.”
He gathered me in his arms again. “I will miss you terribly, Jordan Schooner. You are my breath, my heartbeat, my life. And every second away from you is agony.”
I squeezed him tight, feeling the same way. The thought of not seeing him for weeks, of not having his warmth next to me in bed, his scent filling my lungs, his laughter booming through my house…it was painful to think of even a day away from him.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” I confessed. “But I understand. My career is important to me, and I know yours is to you as well. Just know that I’ll be thinking of you every moment, waiting anxiously until you return to my arms again.”
What sappy nonsense. But it was true. I’d never felt this way about anyone, and I really did ache to have him with me. Forever.
Ozar pulled away from me and suddenly flung himself on the ground, digging his hands into his pants pockets. I stared in shock, not sure if he was having a seizure or some other medical emergency, or if this was part of a cultural ritual that I was in ignorance of.
“Jordan. I want…I would like to…I…xheba morat wenda ghilba.”
I blinked, looking at him as he squirmed on the pavement, digging in his pockets before glancing over at the other orcs from his team who were eyeing him with concern.
Finally, he yanked a hand free from a pocket and flicked open a velvet box. This one didn’t hold teeth. Instead, a gorgeous ruby caught the glow from the parking lot lights in a burst of red fire, radiating from a band of black metal.
It was the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen. It was Ozar captured in the artistry of jewelry, all rough edges, darkbroodiness, passionate fire, gentle and feathery smokey touch.
I gasped, putting my hands to my mouth.
“Jordan Schooner, I want to marry you,” he said, still lying on the ground at my feet. “You are my forever mate. I am nothing without you in my life. Together, we will build a family, light a fire of joy, live a life of love and partnership. I dedicate my life to you, to our family. No one, nothing, will ever be put above your needs and wants. Accept me as your mate and accept this ring as a symbol of the love I have for you.”
My eyes blurred with tears. “Yes,” I whispered.
He sucked in a breath, his eyes so dark. “We will have the wedding you desire with your friends and family. We will be gifted many toasters and Instant Pots and have a honeymoon with so much sex we will not have time to see any interesting sights outside our room. Then we will journey to my clan where I will gift you with the home I have built for my bride. Any modifications you desire will happen. You will become a beloved and revered member of our clan and each of our children that you bear will be blessed by the mountain gods who overlook our home.”
Wait. What? It was like a record screeched to a halt in my mind.
“Your home? You expect us to live in your homeland? With your clan?” I felt the parking lot spin around me.
He froze, sprawled on the ground with the box and the gorgeous ring still extended toward me. “Yes. Of course. I am an orc, and my wife and my children should be with me and my clan in our homeland.”
The pain radiated from my chest up through my neck to my forehead. “Ozar, I have family here. Friends. My business. I can’t…there’s no way I could give all that up to be a wife and mother in a clan where I know nothing about their culture, where I don’t even know their language. I’ve built a life here. I thought that you came here to do the same. I thought…I thought we’d stay here and live here, that we had a future togetherhere.”
He hesitated a few seconds, then scrambled to his feet, still clutching the jewelry box. “You could easily learn our language. And there is a need for dentists in our land. You would not just be restricted to wife and motherhood. Many orc females have careers. It would not be unusual for you to do the same.”
This wasn’t at all what I’d envisioned when I’d dreamed about my future with Ozar. “I thought you came here in search of a different life. I’d thought you came here to stay, to live among us and become a citizen. I never expected that you intended to return home in the near future.”
He blinked at me in surprise. “I came here to find a wife. I told you of the plague among our people, how female orcs made up the most of our fatalities. If we orcs want to continue our lineage, our clan culture, to bring up orclets as we have for multiple generations, then we need to bring home human wives as there are not enough orc females to continue our race.”
That stung. Deep in my heart, I knew that Ozar loved me, that his feelings went far beyond the need to procreate or continue his culture. But in that instant, all I saw was that I would be a broodmare for him, a beloved but useful womb in the service of continuing the orc race.
“No.” I took a few steps back from Ozar. “I love my career. I built my business from the ground up and am expanding into supernatural dentistry. I don’t want to leave that all behind to go to live in a place I’ve never been before, where I don’t speak the language and don’t have any valuebeyond the children I can birth. That’s not what I want for my life, Ozar. That’s not me. I have friends here. And family. And a life. I want to get marriedandstay here. I’m so sorry, but if that’s not whatyouwant, then I can’t marry you.”
Chapter 32
Ozar
There had been no time for a lengthy discussion.
