“I assumed you weren’t pregnant when I didn’t hear from you for weeks. Then, shocker, you were.” Qylar scoffed. “I was also intoxicated and not exactly thinking straight.”
Kenji crossed his arms over his chest and lifted an eyebrow.
“It was only two days,” Qylar said. “It’s not like I made you wait weeks. I simply tapped the brakes so I could process the news and get my head right with this decision. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”
“I suppose not,” Kenji replied. “We could really leave tonight?”
Qylar nodded. “We could be gone in about an hour or so, if that’s what you want.”
Kenji nodded. “It’s what I want.”
CHAPTER 13
To: Prince Alizand and Lord Cryssxian of House Qlr-Kreegl
From: Qylar of House Null
Heading: Imminent Arrival - Nefyria Prime
Message:
Traveling with passenger for removal procedure previously requested—past usual window, still within limits. Request help finding doctor who will perform. Arrival in 15 hours. Planned docking in Hangar 6. Alert if new docking required.
As he and Kenji hurtled towards Nefyria Prime, Qylar opened a relay and sent a subspace message to Cryss and Alex ahead of their arrival. Once complete, he lifted his gaze to Kenji, who stared through the crystalline window, watching the dark, empty void of space. He ambled closer and wrapped hisarms around Kenji from behind, hands clasped over his small swell.
“I’d really hoped I’d be wowed on this trip. Space is mostly empty, and that makes me really sad.”
“I warned you there wouldn’t be much to see at this velocity,” Qylar murmured.
“Why don’t we slow down?”
“Slowing down enough for you to see things would make this trip four weeks long.”
“Ugh,” Kenji said.
“Exactly. If it helps, I plan to stop a couple of times on the way back and show you a few special spots.”
“That helps.”
“Is the turkey nearly done?”
“It is,” Kenji said. “It’s resting on the counter.”
“Hopefully you’re a better cook than I am. Damned Cryss for not telling me the turkey was still raw. He said he’d cooked everything.”
Kenji turned in Qylar’s arms. “He brined and seasoned the turkey before he froze itandmade eight different side dishes as well as a pie! What more did you want the man to do? All we had to do was slide everything into that cooker thing in your kitchen.”
“Just call it an oven. We’ll both know what you’re talking about.”
Kenji chuckled.
“He knows I can’t cook. The last words out of his mouth were that he’d prepared an entire Thanksgiving feast for me. To me, that means it’s all done, just reheat. I wouldn’t have bothered reading the instructions until just before I stuck everything into the thermorade—and had you not read them early, we’d have raw turkey for our holiday meal.”
“You’re welcome,” Kenji said, smiling.
Qylar grinned, collecting Kenji’s face in his hands. “Thank you.”
He lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to Kenji’s lips.
