Like that was going to work. Atlas had been around Asmos enough to know that Asmos loved being a brat.
Bel huffed while coming to stand beside Atlas and throwing an arm around his shoulder. “You could have given us privacy. We were sharing a romantic moment.”
Asmos snorted as he continued to struggle in Mammon’s hold. “Romantic? Is that what they’re calling it these days?” His eyes widened, then his entire demeanor changed.
“Bel!” He shoved Mammon away from him before launching himself at them.
Bel stepped in front of Atlas, catching Asmos and protecting Atlas from most likely being trampled.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Asmos asked as he peppered kisses over Bel’s cheeks. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell your very best friend in all the realms.”
“Atlas is my very best friend in all the realms,” Bel grumbled.
Atlas had missed something significant and also did not like Asmos all over his mate. Although he kind of wanted to preen at being called Bel’s best friend. He loudly cleared his throat.
Asmos jumped out of Bel’s arms before attacking Atlas’s face with his kisses. “Asmos! What are you doing?” He had to dodge Asmos’s lips. The demon was determined.
“Stop!” Bel demanded. He grabbed Asmos’s shoulder and yanked him away from Atlas. “I don’t want my mate to smell like you.”
Asmos pouted. “I’m just so happy.”
Yeah, Atlas could tell from the bouncing.
“What is going on?” Mammon demanded.
That was what Atlas wanted to know.
Asmos gasped before turning to Mammon. “You can’t tell?”
“Tell?” Mammon repeated.
“Asmos…” Bel growled.
“Bel is pregnant!” Asmos announced as if it was his place to tell.
Bel smacked Asmos in the back of the head.
“What the fuck!” Mammon’s words were drowned out by Atlas’s groan.
Everyone would know now. Everyone.
Bel pointed a finger at Asmos. “It’s a secret.”
Was it? Atlas had just thought that they hadn’t gotten around to telling anyone. In his defense, they’d mostly spent the last two days in bed with Atlas worshipping every inch of his pregnant mate.
“But why?” Asmos whined. “This is exciting news!”
“You knew?” Bel demanded. “You knew we could get pregnant?”
“We can?” Mammon’s voice rose several octaves.
“Of course.” Asmos shrugged like he thought this was common knowledge.
“Of course?” Bel asked. “What do you mean of course?”
“We just talked about how Lucifer and his mates could get pregnant over Christmas. It was a whole thing. You were there!”
“That’s…that’s…” Bel spluttered. “That’s the king!”
