Rune blinked extremely slow. “We really do suck at this relationship stuff. Maybe we should have…you know…a discussion on the other person’s expectations. I know there are couples in the shifter community who eventually take breaks from one another, but I’m pretty sure I’m not one of those people.”
My eyes widened. “You mean I get you all to myself? Not just for baby-making shit?”
“If I get you all to myself too, then I’d say we have a deal.”
I wiggled underneath him and smiled so large all my teeth showed. “Deal.”
His eyes lingered on my mouth. “Deal.”
“Anything else we should discuss?”
“Birth control. You need to hop on the bandwagon. I don’t want kids for a long ass time.” Both his brows lifted in expectation. “I’ll pay for it, okay?”
“How long is a ‘long ass time?’” I inquired.
“Like, in a thousand years…maybe.”
My lips pinched. “Is that negotiable?”
“We live forever. That means you’ll have a kid who’ll always bug youforever.”
“Ah.” I hummed, thinking that through. “You’re probably right. Birth control is a must, and I’ll graciously let you pay for it. A long ass time should stay a long ass time. I need to come to terms with the fact we’re immortal—and all that comes with that.”
He snorted. “I’m still learning how to cope with it. It doesn’t get any easier. The problems just change the older you get.”
“How old are you?” I couldn’t believe I hadn’t asked that yet.
“I’m almost two hundred years old.” And he said it so simply too.
I gasped in fake horror, “I fucked an old geezer?”
He leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose, purring, “I age better than most.”
“Yes, you do, stud.” I kissed his lips softly. “Time to go to sleep now. If I’m getting on birth control, then we should wake up early and hit the clinic before you go to work.”
He flopped back down beside me. “You’re not sleeping in?”
“Another double shift for me.”
“Can’t they find anyone else?” he grouched. “You’re going to be tired again tomorrow night.”
My lips twitched. “Patience is a virtue.”
“You need a new job. The sooner we off your father, the sooner you’ll become a princess.”
“If they hire me. Height restrictions, remember? Princesses are supposed to be tall.”
“I know a few people there. I can get you the job if you want.”
“Let me think on that.” I snorted. “Fuck yes. Get me that job.”
He kissed my temple as I closed my eyes. “We need to talk about your father sometime.”
“Not tonight.” I yawned. “Right now, I need to pass out.”
He kissed my temple once more. “Sweet dreams.”
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