Just blorp.
He made himself a glass of juice. The orange scent was good, strong—absolutely what he wanted right now.
Maybe he would just eat in here and Evander could understand—or not.
Goddess, he was being bitchy. He didn’t get what was going on with him.
Hopefully, it was simply stress. He had been going through a lot of stuff, and this thing with mother was an irritation, especially given he really didn’t want to think about her all that much.
Now that she wasn’t talking to him, somehow he had to think about her all the time.
He had so many questions. Honestly, he wanted to meet Evander’s people. He wanted to know if they were all as cool as Evander, because if they were even a fraction so, he thought they would have a blast together.
He knew Evander had living parents, and a sister who was some kind of a priestess. He supposed he was meant to be worried about meeting her, but he wasn’t.
In fact, he had a million questions for her. His mother had never really let them talk to the higher-ups in the various nature religions. So he wanted to knoweverything.Then he could tell Cullen and Cosmo all the tall tales.
The rice smelled okay, which was good. Thank the goddess Ev wasn’t a coffee drinker, because coffee sounded awful.
He did heat up water, though, in the kettle for tea. He had a lovely herbal tea that smelled vaguely of strawberries, and it suited him to the bone.
By the time his breakfast was ready, Evander came out, holding his oatmeal. “Is everything alright, lethean?”
“Fine. I just didn’t like the way that the butter smelled, so I decided I wanted rice instead. Less slimy. I’m making tea. Do you want some?”
“No. I will get myself a juice. Thank you.” Evander stole a couple of glances at him like he was crazy, which kind of made him frown.
“Stop it. I’m fine. I’m just… I didn’t want oatmeal this morning.”
Maybe he’d never want oatmeal again. Maybe he hated oatmeal.
He didn’t hate oatmeal. He just didn’t want it right now.
“Damn it!”
Evander set everything down and came to wrap both arms around him. “What’s wrong, lethean? You seem very out of sorts.”
“Do I? I feel… I don’t feel very well, if I’m honest.” He felt completely off-center and off-balance. “I feel a little queasy.”
Evander came up to him and sniffed and put one hand on his belly, the touch warm and deep, and it settled him immediately. “Ah, I understand now.”
“Do you?” he grumbled. “Well, you want to explain it to me?” He didn’t like feeling out of the loop.
“Of course, lethean. I think that you are with child. There’s an energy here. New energy. Fresh energy.”
Corbin frowned deeply and shook his head.
No.
No way.
He was the person who grew things. He was supposed to know stuff before anybody else. He would know if something was growing inside of him.
Hewouldknow it, wouldn’t he?
“Do you think so?”
“I do, and I think you haven’t noticed it because… Perhaps it’s because you’re fighting with your mother.”
