Page 36 of Loving Nightmares
That answer surprised me, because with how weird the guys were acting—the silent conversations, the meaningful glances at each other—I thought it’d be something different. I gave him a quick, appreciative kiss before turning in his arms and nearly jolting back, finding Razarrightthere.
“I’m serious, it’s probably nothing,” I assured Razar, resting my hand on his chest. He let out a low rumble of disagreement. I expected Saint to make a quip, but instead he just sat down, offering me a reckless smile that didn’t hide the concern in his gaze.
“Okay, something is totally up,” I pressed. Each of them stared at me with guilty expressions—except for Blackwell. He was just staring at me. “Come on—fess up, just freakin’ tell me.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. We don’t want you to worry,” Damian said.
“Well now I’m annoyedandworried.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to keep my demeanor light, and walked towards Blackwell. Saint made an amused noise but didn’t stop me.
“Blackwell.” I used my most compelling voice. “Come on, I know you want to tell me.”
“Oh, I want to tell you,” Blackwell agreed. “Just not positive that’s a good idea.”
“Tell me,” I groaned, hitting his chest lightly, which probably felt like literally nothing to him. In fact, I knew it did because his lips pressed up just slightly.
“We’re concerned that you got sick because you’re pregnant,” he blurted.
I reared back, offering him an arched brow. “Like…you think I’m pregnant and have morning sickness? There’s no way.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Saint murmured, causing me to snap my head to the side and offer him a bewildered look.
“Okay,Mr. Blunt About Literally Everything, enough with the cryptic statements. Blackwell suggested I was pregnant before, and you didn’t act like this. What gives?”
“I just…I felt something,” Saint said quietly. “It was a small surge of power, but god terrors have a connection to their counterparts. So while I don’t have life magic, I can sense it, if that makes sense…and I just felt something. I don’t feel it right now, but it was something.”
Oh.
I drew my lip in and looked around at all of them, trying to temper my own reaction at his words because…well, I knew how I felt about the prospect, despite us being in the middle of literally saving the world. What I shouldn’t have been surprised to see was my own hope and happiness reflected in each oftheir expressions. They tried to hide it, no doubt waiting for my reaction, and I hated that they felt like they had to do that…
Then again, wasn’t I about to tell Saint he was crazy?
He was, right?
“Can you feel anything?” I asked Amun.
His eyes warmed at me seeking his opinion, and he shook his head. “No, but I wouldn’t so early on.”
Yeah, early on likereallyfucking early on.
I looked back at Saint, realizing this is why he’d been acting so weird. “I…I don’t understand how that would be possible, Saint. I mean, it would be a week at most, right? So there wouldn’t be much to go off of…”
“Magic,” he explained. “A small collision of magic, as in a successful mating occurring, could cause it. And the baby would be a nightmare, so the gestation period could be far quicker than a human.”
I see.
Blowing out a long exhale, I nodded and put my hands on my hips. “Okay, well, I guess we’ll wait and see. No point in overthinking it, right?”
Blackwell chuckled. “Yeah, not that easy, love.”
“Why?” I asked, surprised by the caution in his gaze.
“Because you should be back home, not going to some isolated island, let alone going to face War—”
“Nope.” I shook my head and put my hand up. “Nope, nope, nope.” I rounded and looked at all of my mates. “Even if I was pregnant, which I don’t think I am—”
“Can’t say that for sure, though,” Zain pointed out, his eyes filled with so much warmth that I had to fight to not find it sweet.
“Even if I was,” I continued, “it doesn’t change anything, The plan moves forward.”
