“My bestie best friend!” Asmos said cheerfully. “Do you need me? Is the baby coming?”
Bel could hear his old friend clearly from the cell.
“You know damn well that the baby isn’t coming yet,” Atlas corrected Asmos.
“I’m just saying,” Asmos responded. “I will be there for the two of you no matter what time or day. You just let me know. I can even—”
“You can do me a favor,” Atlas interrupted.
“Anything!” Asmos vowed.
“Go to the human realm and buy me the largest popcorn you can. Extra butter. Oh! And all the seasoning packets they have,” Atlas ordered.
Asmos whined. “But I don’t want to! Can’t I just magic it up for you?”
“No,” Atlas replied firmly. “From the human realm. I’ll know, Asmos.”
Asmos sighed. “This is payback from Bel, isn’t it?”
Atlas kissed between his wings again. “No. You just said you would do anything for me. I want popcorn. Extra butter or I’ll send you back. And the seasoning packets.”
“That’s so much work,” Asmos complained. “And those places are loud and stink like humans.”
Bel snorted. That had been his argument.
“Okay,” Atlas drawled slowly. “I’m sure I can ask Mammon. Or maybe Beelz. He’s been coming around more.”
“No!” Asmos practically shouted. “I’ll do it!”
His mate totally had Asmos’s number. Asmos might be lazy but he also wanted to stay on their good side. Bel turned to lean against the counter and pull Atlas into his arms.
“Thirty minutes, Asmos,” Atlas said. “I’m hungry.”
“I’ll be so fast!” Asmos vowed.
Atlas disconnected the call before grinning up at him. “Your popcorn will be right here.”
“I love you,” Bel blurted out.
Rising onto his tiptoes, Atlas kissed him softly. “I love you too. Is there anything else you want? Anything at all?”
Bel shook his head. He didn’t even understand why he wanted the popcorn.
“I don’t care how weird your cravings get,” Atlas told him. “You tell me and I will make it happen.”
“Cravings?”
“Pregnancy cravings,” Atlas said. “I’ve been reading some books. Now, these are human books about women, but most mention some kind of cravings. I’ll go out to find you ice cream in the middle of winter at midnight if I need to.”
“We’re past winter now. Going into spring,” Bel pointed out.
Atlas rolled his eyes. “That is not the point. You tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.”
Bel nodded. “Thanks.”
“You don’t have to thank me.” Atlas rocked back on his heels. “While we wait on Asmos, come with me.”
His mate grabbed Bel’s hand to drag him out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. The scent of sex still clung in the air from earlier.
