“Why are you talking like that?” Relic said, alarm in his voice. “Are you hurt? Fuck, are you sick?”
“I’m okay, I promise.” Though I’m not sure I was very convincing, since a sob broke free, taking me by surprise.
Relic's eyes widened in alarm, and his gaze sliced down to the pit at the same time as I heard boots thud behind me. A moment later, Lothar spun me to face him, his gaze was wild as he took me in.
They both crowded me, concern sharply etched on their faces.
“What the fuck is going on?” Lothar demanded.
“She just started crying,” Relic said. “And she’s saying a bunch of stuff that?—”
“I’m o-okay,” I stuttered, then hiccuped, and then I was crying and laughing, and I couldn’t get the words out.
“Something’s wrong with her,” Lothar said, taking my face in his big hands. “Kitten, talk to me. Did Lucifer do something?”
I’d been hanging with my sisters, and it was the first time I’d spent any real time, quality time with Lucifer.
He’d been walking on eggshells, and I hated that I felt bad, that I wanted to make this better for him. It was ingrained in me to put him first, but as much as I still loved him, he didn’t hold that position anymore. My mate did, and he currently looked as if he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I quickly shook my head, and another sob-laugh fell from me. “N-nothing’s wrong,” I managed.
Lucifer had shared some information with me, though, right before I left, and he was never wrong about these things. Still, I’d confirmed it myself, just to be sure.
His expression turned to one of disbelief. “Bullshit. You’re fucking hysterical. Tell me what happened? Are you in pain?”
I shook my head.
“Are you hurt?”
I shook my head again.
“Are you sad after seeing Lucifer?”
I shook my head a third time.
His face fell. “Fuck, it’s the 10th isn’t it? Fuck, baby, I’m sorry I should have been with you?—”
I pressed my fingers to his lips, stopping him. It wasn’t that. I didn’t need to mourn another year without Lothar, because he was mine.
His gaze went to Relic, and Relic shook his head, looking confounded.
“So it’s not the date? You’re not sad?” Loth said.
“I-I’m happy,” I managed between sobs.
Lothar’s head jerked back, his frown deepening. “Then, baby, why the fuck are you crying?”
I was too emotional to get the words out, and honestly, too afraid to say them out loud as if the universe or fate would snatch it away if I did. So I did the only thing I could—I took one of Lothar’s big, rough, beautiful hands in mine and placed it on my belly then beamed up at him like the sun was shining through me. Gods, I felt as if it was.
Relic broke out into a huge grin, instantly working it out, then slugged Lothar in the shoulder.
Lothar looked at his firstborn, then back at me, still frowning. He blinked, then his brows shot up. I nodded, and another watery laugh burst from me when his head jerked back again, and his eyes widened.
His fingers spasmed against my belly, and the other shot up, locking around the side of my throat. “You’re…are you saying… are you pregnant?”
“Yes!” I said and laugh-sobbed again.
Lothar hauled me off the ground, wrapping me in his huge arms, holding me to him. “You’re truly having our pup?”
I pressed my mouth to his ear. “Yes, my love. Finally. Oh gods, Lothar. I’m so happy I can’t stand it.”
