Page 43 of Thrilled By Her Protector

Impossible.

“Oh my gods,” she mumbled, shaking the blanket and sheet off her.

“What the hell?” Jennifer whispered, her hands covering her aching, swollen abdomen. She got out of bed and walked to the mirror.

“HOLY—”

The door crashed open, and Zircon entered first, with Daeja following behind him. Her mate fell to his knees, finishing her thought with a loud shout.

“—FUCK!”

“I see, you are with young, Jennifer Dylluan, and it seems thekinakeinis strong with you. Come. We must get you to the clinic, Caro, Kim, and Candy have just gone into labor,” Daeja stated.

“What?!”

“She can’t be pregnant already!”

“Have you two fornicated?” Daeja asked.

“What? Fuck, Daeja, I mean, yeah, we had sex,” growled Zircon.

“Then she can be,” the pink haired female snarked back.

Jennifer would have laughed if she hadn’t been suddenly struck by the worst pain she had ever felt, followed by a trickle of warm fluid down her leg.

“Conny?” she whimpered, but her mate was still arguing with his sister-in-law. So, she tried again. Louder. “CONNY!”

“What?”

“I think I’m in labor,” she replied, eyes wide.

“What are you waiting for,pakein? Carry your mate. We must go now,” Daeja instructed.

Zircon needed no more instruction than that. Fear and wonder filled her as she was hit by another contraction, but he was already there, wrapping her in the sheet and lifting her into his sure and steady arms.

“I got you, baby. It’s going to be okay,” he told her, holding her carefully in his powerful embrace.

“I know it is. I love you,” she said.

Zircon’s eyes flashed with his Wyvern and a trilling sort of sound escaped his lips.

“Good job,pakein. Your young needs your song,” Daeja explained.

Arthur Wessex was sitting in the third row of the enormous SUV outside, his face determined as Zircon slid into the middle with Jennifer in his arms. Heliodore was in the driver’s seat and Daeja got in the passenger side and tapped the console.

“Let’s go. We have younglings to deliver,” Daeja said before her mate put the pedal to the metal.

“Slow the fuck down, Dor,” Conny growled, but Jennifer approved of the speed.

“Don’t slow down, Heliodore. I don’t want to give birth in a truck,” she grunted and clutched her now enormous belly as another wave of pain hit her.

“Hold on, baby. Shit, are you okay? Baby?”

“You are so lucky I love you,” she growled, huffing as her labor increased.

“Easy breaths now, Jennifer. Good.”

“How is this good?” Zircon yelled, panicked.

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