“It’s as good of a day as any other,” I said. “Today was crazy but let’s face it, it was a good day. We’re all alive and unharmed outside of Mori’s feelings. Plus, we know who actually left the bag.”
“Was I an asshole to Mori?” Preston asked.
“You could’ve been gentler but that doesn’t make you an asshole. Sometimes when there is physical danger you have to do stuff even if your feelings are hurt,” I said. “The only thing I’m worried about is I don’t know how long snow demon babies take to bake.”
“To bake?” he arched a brow as he crossed the kitchen and washed his hands again before resuming his snacking on the fudge.
“You know what I mean. To grow and be born.”
“I think we’ll find a lot out at the ultrasound tomorrow. If it hadn’t been such a crazy day, I’d call Colt and have him swing by to do it now. I think he’s still here which is only because it’s been one helluva a day.”
“Want me to lay the baby down and help you relax?” I asked.
Preston didn’t answer right away. He ate some more fudge and thought about it long enough that I thought the answer was going to be no. Then he nodded.
“He can sleep in his crib for now but when we go to bed properly, he’s coming back. Shit! Am I a bad parent?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I don’t think Sharon or Annila can get by whatever your dad did to the house and we could wait for Mori to get back.”
“That would make me an asshole!” Preston laughed and the sound wrapped around me like a warm melody. “Hey, Mori, I know you just found out your friend turned evil but here watch the baby and---”
The back door swung open and Mori walked inside, a Yuletide-green envelope in one hand.
“I’ll watch the baby,” Mori said, having overheard some of our conversation on the way in. “I told them. They’re all having some big meeting with the guards.”
Preston frowned.
“Yeah, I know,” Mori nodded. “Walking around in the woods is going to get a lot more interesting with all the guards on high alert. It’s almost Yule! Literally almost Yule and they pick this time of year to pull this bullshit?”
We all glanced at the baby to make sure he wasn’t awake to hear all the dirty words being tossed around. Baby Andy was out cold and his bottle, now sitting, on the floor beside the chair was empty.
“And I’m fucking pregnant,” Preston said. “I’m fucking pregnant and find out on the same day Annila tries to blow me up!”
“She probably thought Sharon would come and go before we did and she was right. She just didn’t open the bag,” Mori said. “She didn’t fall for the bait that she was being replaced. She probably figured that it was from Wess’s mom. Sharon was here, though, and she did leave something.” Mori passed the envelope off to Preston and it took all my self-control not to snatch it from him. Yuletide things from older women were not being kind to us this year.
It was a holiday card with a cartoon baby reindeer on it with a snowflake background. Preston opened the card and several universal dollars fell out in large denominations.
“Happy Yuletide, Preston! Baby’s first Yule is always expensive! Hope this helps! If you see Venal let him know I’m looking for him. It’s Yule after all and he should see his mama. I’ll race you to get Annila! She could’ve wasted all that magic that is destined to me if Andy died without my being there. She’s going to pay for that one! Enjoy your time with your baby! He’ll be mine soon!
All the love in the universe,
Grandma Sharon!”
“I hope they kill each other,” Mori rolled his eyes. “This means she came… After the bag? After we found the bag but she didn’t find her son?”
“I have no idea,” Preston sighed. “Okay. I’m done with the fudge for now. Mori, take the baby, please and thank you and I’ll owe you one later. Wess, bedroom!” He pointed down the hall, and I didn’t need to be told twice.
I handed the sleeping baby off to Mori, whispering a thanks, and following Preston down the hall to the bedroom. Onceinside, he shut the door behind us and pushed me onto the bed. I fell onto my back, laughing and pulled him down on top of me. Our mouths crashed together and a second later, our tongues met between them. He kissed me hard that night, taking his aggression out in affection. I found his hands and pulled them to my chest, holding them together as we kissed. I held them there until some of the muscles in arms and shoulders relaxed. Keeping this bear of mine relaxed was proving to be a full-time job. Albeit one that I loved.
Our clothes came off one piece at a time, being slung this way and that because this time Preston couldn’t be bothered with folding them up. He pressed his palm against my chest when I tried to flip him over so that I was on top of him and sank lower onto the bed. His warm, nimble tongue traced the throbbing head of my dick. He was going to be my undoing with that giving mouth of his. My head sank into the pillows as my pulse thrummed against his tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair as his mouth sank down over me, his tongue pressing hard against the underside of my shaft. My breath caught in my lungs at his swift movements up and down. My mate wasn’t playing around tonight. Pleasure spiraled over my dick, chasing his warm, moist mouth as he sucked on me. His warm, nimble fingers cupped my balls and rolled them from digit to digit as he worked on my cock. I lost track of the rest of the world and only his affection mattered as he sucked the pleasure out of me until it escaped in warm, sticky streams. He collapsed next to me, his head resting on my belly, panting and grinning up at me. He’d never been so beautiful. He was practically glowing and I couldn’t get enough of him.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Preston
Nightshade Bear Territory
After I caught my breath, I scooted up the bed and kissed Wess again. He was still a little spacey in his post-orgasmic bliss. Still, he kissed me hard and ran a hand up and down my chest and belly. I spent a lot of time on forums during my first pregnancy and read so many omegas complaining that their partners didn’t want to have sex with them while they were pregnant. Some worried for the safety of the pregnancy (most are fine unless you have certain complications) or just didn’t find them attractive. I didn’t have to worry about that last time around because I was single. So I wanted to show Wess that I was anything but fragile. I didn’t worry that he’d lose his attraction to me. We were true-mates who planned this, however loosely, together. Plus, attraction wasn’t like a set of keys you laid down and could never find again.
