“What? Is this for you? So you’d be my boss?”
“Maybe.” He leaned over and kissed me. “But I warn you, I am very demanding.”
I giggled despite not feeling well. “Oh yeah?”
My mate nuzzled the base of my throat, and his warm breath washed over me, making goosebumps spike on my skin. “Mmmm.” His hand slipped over my thigh, and my breathing sped up. He kissed my mating mark, and I flung my legs over his lap.
But as Dray kissed over my shoulder, the nausea increased, and I gripped his arm and groaned.
My mate put a hand to my head. “Pax, you’re not well. I’m putting you in bed.”
I argued that I was fine and we should continue fixing the porch, but my mate insisted I needed to rest, and he carried me upstairs. I headed to the bathroom but swayed and would have fallen if Dray hadn’t caught me.
Later when I was in bed and refusing the soup he’d made, Dray put his nose to my mating mark and sniffed. The day was cool, and I’d showered this morning, so I didn’t think I was stinky.
“Are you telling me I need to shower?”
“Nope. But your scent is different.”
I wasn’t aware I smelled different, and I hadn’t actually been sick, so my breath should still be minty fresh.
“Is that bad?”
“No, but it’s sweeter.” He tapped his head as he often did to let me know he was talking to his dragon. I was getting used to my man having a private conversation with the beast inside him.
“Babe, my dragon and I agree that something has changed.”
I clutched my chest, thinking their secret spidey senses had picked up a serious illness. Whatever it was, I needed to know, and I thanked Aunt June for leaving me some money.
“Give me the bad news.”
Dray cleared his throat before brushing my long hair off my shoulder.
“It’s not bad, at least I don’t think so.” He studied my face, and his brow crinkled. “I hope you’re pleased when I tell you.”
I gulped. We’d gone from me maybe dying of a deadly disease to thinking I might just survive.
“Tell me, please.”
“I think you’re pregnant.”
I heard the words, but I didn’t understand them. I knew what they meant individually but couldn’t piece them together in my head to form a coherent sentence. A tear that appeared from somewhere trickled over my cheek.
“Say that again.”
“We made a baby.”
We’d mated a couple of weeks ago and had known one another for less than two months. What sort of basis was thatto bring a child into the world and start a family? But another thought pushed that doubt out of my head, and I embraced that I might be carrying my mate’s child.
“A baby.” The single tear was followed by a second and then a flood of them. I sobbed and rested my head on Dray’s shoulder. “I’m not freaking out. I’m not, just a little overwhelmed.”
I needed a test to confirm the pregnancy, because if I wasn’t, I’d be devastated.
“We have to get to the pharmacy.” Despite my nausea, I flung off the bedclothes and got up.
Dray was happy to take me and buy them but said his dragon had confirmed it.
I put a hand to my belly and sank onto the bed again. “Will the baby be a shifter?” Yikes, would smoke drift out of my mouth when the baby was frustrated, and did I have to push a dragon out of me? That would be spiky. Ouch!
