“I’m having a psychotic break,again, and you’re smiling at me? I might have a brain tumor causing me to act like this, andthisis your reaction?” She growled at Jacque. “Have you forgotten my unhealthy fascination with sharp objects?”
“You’re not having a psychotic break.”
“You don’t have a brain tumor,” Crina added. “Werewolf, remember?”
Jen shot a glance her way. “Nobody asked you, fae-lover.”
Crina simply shrugged, apparently not taking offense. Probably because she’d known Jen long enough to know that her insults were mostly just hot air. When it came to the people she loved, she rarely meant her jibes.
Jacque snapped her fingers to get Jen’s attention. “Mentally, you’re okay.”
“Says the redhead sitting there calmly smiling like the Cheshire cat.” Jen’s eyes narrowed on Jacque.
Jacque grinned even bigger. “I’m smiling because ofwhyyou’re a mess.”
“Well, by all means, all-knowing, alpha chick”—Jen swung a hand out at her—“enlighten me before I launch myself at you and claw up your pretty, freckled face.”
“Wow.” Bethany drew the word out. “This is a new level of crazy.”
Zara slapped a hand over the girl’s mouth. Jacque gave Zara a thumbs-up because the last thing needed was Jen attacking Drake’s mate.
Jacque rolled forward onto her hands and knees and crawled over until she sat directly in front of Jen. “You’re emotional because of your hormones.”
“Duh, revelation chick,” Jen said dryly. She used her sleeve to wipe her running nose. “Hormones or chemicals or whatever are what make crazy people crazy.”
“Bloody hell, woman, stop being a ditzy blonde for one second and think.” Jacque reached out and took Jen’s hand. “You don’t have a tumor, and you’re not going crazy. You’re pregnant, Jen. You’re going to have another hellraiser.”
The room was suddenly so silent that Jacque could hear every single breath, including the fast respirations of Decebel on the other side of the door. The news seemed to have shocked him enough that he’d stopped pounding on the door.
Jen blinked several times, and her eyes grew wider and wider. “What did you just say to me?”
“You know she needs slow words when you give her shocking news.” Sally smiled. She pressed her hand to Jen’s stomach and closed her eyes. Jacque knew she was doing that weird healer-thing where she could look inside of the person she touched.
Open-mouthed, Jen turned her head to look at Sally and then down at her friend’s hand resting on her abdomen.
Sally’s eyes opened back up. “Yep.” She nodded. “There’s another Jencebel growing in your crazy-as-hell body.”
“Jencebel?” Jen’s forehead wrinkled. “Did you seriously just ‘ship’ my child?” Then Jen gasped, as if she’d just been struck on the head. “My child!” She threw her head back and laughed.
“Are we completely sure she’s not going crazy?” Zara asked. “Because I’ve seen many of her differing personalities, and this appears to be the most unstable one.”
“Zara, meet pregnant Jen,” Jacque said as they all stared at the laughing blonde.
“B,” Jen called out, again unnecessarily loud for her mate’s supernatural hearing. “Did you hear that? I’m not going crazy.”
Sally sighed. “That’swhat you got from what we just told you?”
Jen’s laughter died down as she shrugged. “Dude, crazy is much more difficult to fix than babied. Babied means in, like, six months, I’ll pop a kid out, hopefully not in a cave.”
“Knew she’d throw that in there somewhere.” Jacque chuckled.
“And then I’ll be right as rain,” she finished.
Sally shook her head. “No, you forgot about the whole postpartum bit where you lost yourever-loving-mindand threatened to kill everyone.”
“Will someone please open this motherfu—”
“NO cussing in front of the baby, Decebel Anghelescu,” Jen snapped. “We’re going to try to keep this one from becoming a little devil. Only kind, uplifting words.”
