Page 58 of Hopeless Realm
These two … care about me. Enough to know what I want.
Yes, I had to blatantly say it several times to everyone that would listen for anyone to get the hint, but it was definitely worth the wait.
Lips brush against my bare shoulder, sending goosebumps across my skin. I turn from the prince and Daxdyn pulls me against his warm body.
“Good morning.” The pink of his tongue rolls across his lower lip as a pleased smile fills his beautiful face.
“Morning,” I whisper.
The feel of his palm skims down the curve of my hip. A hard, demanding length presses against my thigh but he doesn’t acknowledge it.
Even if I want to.
A heavy exhale leaves his lungs and the smile drifts from his features for a moment.
“Do you ever think about having kids?” Daxdyn’s serious gaze bores into me.
It’s an odd look on him. The smile he always harbors isn’t anywhere in sight.
His question unsteadies me, throws me off balance, and has me snuggling into the crook of his arm as I really consider it.
“All the time,” I say with a nod and his eyes light up. “I think about avoiding itall the time.”
“Oh.” His voice is oddly quiet.
My stomach knots as I realize how careless I’ve been recently with all of them.
Magic, and creatures, and war is no excuse for carelessness.
The lines on his worried face catch my attention.
Where is this coming from? For an empath, Daxdyn has terrible people skills. Awful timing. So bad I wonder how he ever got me to have sex with him in the first place.
“Do you … think about it?” I ask quietly.
His family’s enormous with more little ones than I could count. I’m sure he thinks about it more than the average guy.
“Yeah.” A smile pulls at the corner of his lips and his confession makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst. His sincerity melts right through me. “I want all the kids.” My eyes widen and his smirk grows into a teasing look. His palm flattens against my back as he pulls me closer against him. “Fifteen or twenty at least.”
I shake my head at him as he begins to laugh at my terrified look.
A beat passes as my thoughts dwell heavy in my mind.
“Aren’t you worried, though? How can you think about bringing kids into this?” My hands rise to gesture helplessly around at the shitty, shitty world that surrounds us.
I went from one awful realm to another, and neither are safe enough for me to ever consider bringing a fragile child into them.
It’s … terrifying.
“Of course, I’m worried, Kara.” I cock a brow at him. I don’t believe Dax has ever felt real worry in his entire life. “But I’d be even more afraid of not ever finding that feeling. That love that only a family has. That heart melting, unyielding love parents always get when they hold their child. I want to feel that first-hand. I want that.”
His lips part but he doesn’t say anything further.
With me? He wants that with me?
No words fill my thoughts. Only a tingling feeling that I know he’s passing into me. An intense feeling of love. It’s so strong the fear in me disintegrates entirely.
“Yeah, maybe. Someday. If we’re still here tomorrow.” I don’t know why that cynical thought falls from my lips. He nods though. He nods like we just came to an agreement about something, but I’m not sure what.
