“It’s. An. Egg,” I gritted out, practically shaking at this point.
I still want to kill them all.
“Huh,” he replied, cocking his head as he reached for it, either oblivious to or ignoring my simmering rage. “I was expecting an actualbaby.”
“Yes, well…” I grunted, more than happy to hand off the beach ball-sized object and follow closely behind as he began skipping down the gangway. “Nothing about this mission went to plan.”
Micah stiffened but didn’t turn around, and I couldn’t help but notice how he then completed his journey bystompinginto my weapons room.
Which is apparently no longer my weapons room…
“What?” I gaped, my confusion temporarily eclipsing my haywire protective instincts. “What… did youdo?”
I winced again as IfeltMicah’s reaction to my primitive words but, yet again, I lacked the language to better express myself.
Which would be happening even if I was back in my Earthling form, I’m sure.
“Well,partner,”he snapped, spinning to face me, his tone making me straighten. “While you were out on avery importantyetsolomission, your little housewife was at home, working on the nursery.”
My… wife?
The word had such a visceral effect on me, I was lost for words. Unfortunately, this hesitation only seemed to increase Micah’s irritation. With a huff, he turned away again, and I mutely watched as he carefully placed the oversized egg in an empty dry goods container lined with satin.
Specifically, the pile of kimonos Theo gave me as a goodbye present.
This makeshift bedding wasn’t an issue, as I wanted nothing less than to dress like an aging Hollywood starlet. If anything, I puffed up with pride that Micah had come up with this solution on his own.
My mate is such a good provider.
Mine.
The possessiveneedto claim him roiled beneath the surface, but Micah was obviously upset, and we’d been together long enough for me to know he needed tocommunicatefirst.
Dr. Micah requires a session.
“It would not have been safe for you to come,” I explained yet again. “Maroxianseatmost every other species in the galaxy. They might have seen you as food.”
“I would have been fine!” he shouted, angrily gesturing toward the innards-spattered gangway. “Clearly, I fought off a man-eating Maroxian all by myself?—”
My vision went red as I advanced, backing him against the wall. “I know you did. Feeling your terror while being unable to reach you was excruciating.”
Micah’s plump bottom lip trembled, but I knew he’d prefer I shared my thoughts—myfeelings—than hold anything inside.
Talk about excruciating.
The stellar collision bond we shared allowed both of us to sense the other’s emotions to some extent—similar to how a Stellarian’s tendrils tasted the air—but the piece of myself I’d left inside my mate gave me unfettered access to his inner workings.
Almost as if we’re a single organism.
Just how I like it.
What I had no intention of sharing was that the main reason I hadn’t immediately star hopped back to the ship was because of how delicate the mission was.
Astrum Force—and the anonymous benefactor of said mission—was counting onmeto grab that stupid egg, which meant I’d been forced to make a split-second decision that now sat in my gut like a stone.
What if I left intel behind that could have helped us?
What if Micah hadn’t won the fight?
