I snorted. “I’m a doctor too, you know. And I can see his turtle right there. He’s not being modest at all.”
“True. We are indeed having a little boy.”
I stared at the image floating in front of us. It turned, and Maxwell zoomed in and out on various different parts of thebaby’s body. I knew he was taking measurements and would use those to determine if the baby was growing at a decent rate. I had a small bump, and although when naked I absolutely looked pregnant, I could still hide it with clothes.
But between this week and the last, I’d lost the ability to wear all of my pants except my sweats and lounge pants, so I had a feeling I was going to pop any day now, and there would be no hiding the fact that I was pregnant going forward. Not that I had anything to hide. I didn’t leave Treasure Ridge. I had no need. Everything I wanted and needed was up here.
“Do you want to know what we’re having?”
“Yes and no,” I told him. “I’m going to love the baby no matter what. I already do, actually. But I know so many want to know what we’re having, so go ahead and tell me so we can share the news.”
Maxwell kissed my head, letting his lips linger in my hair. “We don’t have to share what we’re having with anyone but us,” he whispered.
“I know. But I want to know. Lukyan really wants to know, and I’m not sure if Winston told him yet or not.”
“Father hasn’t, no. I asked that he respect not only our wishes but your privacy and not scan you to find out.”
I turned my head to look at Maxwell. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yes. So if you don’t want to know, I won’t tell you.”
“But you know.”
Maxwell took a deep breath. “I’ve known since you asked if you had caught. I didn’t do it to try to force you to decide one way or another. When I pushed out and the aura pushed back, it told me then.”
I smiled. “That just sounds so adorable. This tiny little aura pushing out and shouting to you…‘I’m here, Papa!’”
I felt Maxwell chuckling. “I’d never thought of it that way, but yes, I guess that’s a good way to describe it.”
“It’s a perfect way. I don’t mind knowing what we are having. And it’s exciting that others are curious.”
“If you truly don’t mind, I’ll tell you.”
I waited and waited some more before I turned again and looked at my mate. “Well?”
Maxwell grinned. “We’re having a little warlock,” he told me. “I hope that isn’t upsetting.”
I shook my head, and I knew my eyebrows were scrunched because Maxwell reached up and rubbed between them. “Why would that upset me? I’m happy to be carrying your baby. And if we end up having nothing but little warlocks, I’m still going to be excited about every one of them.” I thought about it for a moment and was suddenly concerned. “Are you upset we’re not having a little fox?”
“Not at all. Like you, I’m going to love all of our children. I would just like to have at least two. But you already know that.”
I smiled at my mate before turning back around and getting comfortable again. “Well, we’re going to have at least two. Especially since you’re so damn sexy and I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
“I feel as if I should complain, but I truly can’t. I very much enjoy being with you, in all ways, but there are certainly perks to being mated.”
I snorted. There were perks. Yes. Very much so. I definitely got more of them because my mate was a warlock, and I’d not cooked a single thing since I’d met him. Nor had I done laundry, or cleaned the house, or moved my things. Nothing. Maxwell did it all. Sure, I could do those things, and I’d tried to help out, but his argument had always been that if he used magic to do those things, then we had more time to spend togetherdoing something enjoyable. Like cuddling on the sofa, enjoying a romantic meal, going for a walk. Or my favorite: making love.
“So tell me, since we’re not using an actual ultrasound machine and I don’t have the ability to take measurements, how is our little guy doing?”
“He’s doing well. Measurements look as if he’s going to be on the taller side.”
I rolled my eyes. I had no doubt that our son would be taller than I was by the time he was ten. I was short, and Maxwell wasn’t. If we were having a warlock, he would be tall and slender like his sire father. “He’s a warlock. That’s to be expected,” I said in response. “Are his organs all doing well? Development elsewhere good?”
“Yes. He seems quite healthy. I still put your due date around June eighteenth or so. Give or take a few days either way.”
Exactly one month from today. “Do you think we should start getting ready for him?” I asked. “We don’t have anything. No bottles, formula, diapers, clothes. Nothing. His nursery is empty.” We’d put my old bed in one of the other bedrooms, just in case someone wanted to visit and stay with us. But the other two bedrooms were both empty and waiting to be filled with whatever.
“We have time for all of that, and we’ll work on the nursery just as soon as you decide what theme you want for it.”
