“Talk about making an entrance,” Alex said. “I think you might just have riveled the dude who tripped coming down to the ring at the Royal Rumble and wound up sliding underneath the ring.”
Wait? What?
“I know exactly who you’re talking about,” I admitted. “That was one of the best missteps ever.”
“You’re a wrestling fan?” Alex asked with this hopeful, excited look on his face that sent a tingle of pleasure through me as well.
“It’s one of my many, many guilty pleasures,” I replied.
“We have got to hang out and watch the next mega show together,” Alex said. “Preferably over here, while Ionus, Gramps, Great-Gramps and the rest of the family wrangle my brood.”
“Over…here,” I muttered, glancing over at Odem, who didn’t seem the least bit thrown by Alex inviting himself, and me, to his house to watch wrestling.
“I’ll take care of the snacks and whip us up one of those deep-dish pizza monstrosities you love, heavy on whatever Ronan can keep down,” Odem declared, shocking me into silence.
Was this man…dragon, what the fuck ever, actually agreeing to us invading his space and offering to provide food in the process? Deep dish pizza at that.
Hold the fucking phone.
Could he cook? Okay, maybe it was time for me to reconsider whether or not this was a dream, because holy shit on a shingle, having a man cook for me was definitely something I’d dream up.
“Before we start planning pregnancy foods, let’s make certain he is pregnant first,” Raven declared.
“Oh, I’m knocked up,” I declared, showing her the now rumpled sonogram. “So, if this is how he thinks he’s going to weasel out of it, by bringing some, some, umm priestess over to claim I’m not, then I’m out of here!”
My stomach protested my rapid movement when I attempted to leap back to my feet only to have Raven hold out her hand to stop me.
“I assure you that I am not here to help him weasel out of anything,” Raven declared, her voice both soothing and firm. “I’m here to assess the damage he’s done; in terms of how many eggs you’ve been stuffed with.”
Well damn, when she put it that way I guess I could sit still long enough for her to tell me how fucked I was.
“Why don’t you lay back and get comfortable,” Raven said. “I was told that you were feeling a bit queasy.”
“Wouldn’t you if someone told you that you’d gotten knocked up by a dragon and had suddenly been elevated from fuck toy to mate?”
She snickered while Odem let out a little gasp.
“Ronan, we don’t talk that way in the presence of the High Priestess,” he actually had the nerve to say.
“Oh no you did not just admonish me after what you did to me!” I snapped.
“And you can cuss at me all you want when Raven is through examining you, but in her presence, even I’m respectful.”
“Maybe you should have had some respect for poor, unsuspecting bedpartners and tattooed a warning sign on your, your….is there a polite word I can use for that anaconda in your pants, so I don’t offend anyone?”
“You just used it,” Alex said, snickering.
“Can we just get on with it, so I know what to put on the paperwork when I march my happy behind down to the courthouse to file for child support?” I grumbled.
“Umm, technically you can’t do that until after they hatch,” Emerson pointed out, so I shot him a scathing look too. I was so over all of this.
Still, I lay down like I’d been asked and didn’t move while her hands hovered over my body before the brightest smile creased her face.
“Well, it’s not as bad as it could be,” she said as she straightened up. “I sense two eggs and two life forms. You have been blessed with fraternal twins, which will be far easier to birth than the double egg Alex was tasked with pushing out.”
“I swear it was a literal dinosaur egg,” Alex declared. “Zero out of ten on the fun scale. Would not recommend.”
His rambling words were not comforting in the slightest and I whipped my head to the side to see Odem standing there looking far too pleased with himself for my liking.
