Page 115 of Wickedly Yours

Two.I blinked.

“Two?” I looked over at Zain. “There’stwo?”Maybe them knocking me out had caused me to hit my head a little harder than I thought because I couldn’t seem to process the word.

I’d only just come to terms with being pregnant with one, but two was even crazier.

He grinned. “Twins. It’s—” His forehead rested against mine, that deep voice of his all choked up. “We’re having twins.”

“Twins,” I repeated, the information still processing before it finally settled in.There were two babies growing inside of me. “Wow. I never expected?—”

His hand rested over top of mine. And I could see them, clear as day.

A little boy with dark hair and golden eyes. The blonde baby girl with violet eyes.

Never us. Alwaysours.

“Oh.” And then I was crying again.

“What?” He pinched my side lightly.

“I should have told you before,” I whispered. “That I loved you. That I suspected…” I took a deep breath. “I just… I’ve been dreaming of these two kids for so long. I thought maybe it was you when you were younger.” There was a lump in my throat when I tried to swallow. “But maybe I’ve just been dreaming of them for so long, I couldn’t see the truth of it.”

“You’ve dreamed ofthem?”

I nodded. “And you. Ever since I was little.”

He puffed up at that. “Oh, yeah? What did you see?”

Tracing my finger up his back, I whispered in his ear. “Your eyes. Golden, always searching for me. Your beautiful wings. Powerful. Like they were going to pick me up and carry me off somewhere.” A brief laugh escaped my lips. “I guess they did.”

“So they did.” His smile lit up my heart. “Is it weird that satisfies some possessive, primal part of me? That while I was here, waiting for you, you were dreaming of me?”

“Yes.” I laughed. “So glad I was worth the wait.”

He brought our lips together. “Every single moment.”

I rested my head on his chest, eyes growing heavy with sleep once again. Whatever they’d given me to knock me out, whatever they’d done to me upon kidnapping me—it had taken all of my energy.

Though growing two half-demon, half-human beings inside of me probably didn’t help either.

“Zain?”

“Yes?” He asked, smoothing his hand down my back. His lap was so comfortable, and I was pretty sure his arms were the best place in the world.

“Can I ask you something?” I fiddled with the loose opening of his shirt.

“Of course.”

“When you said you needed to have a child—an heir tosecure your line—did you mean that?” That was what had started our frenzy. We’d been able to keep our hands off of each other, and I’d been content to let him breed me. Because deep down, I wanted it more than anything.

A baby. A family. All of it, with him.

“No.”

“Oh, so…”

“It was selfish.” Zain chuckled. “And I’m afraid it doesn’t exactly paint me in the best light.”

I poked at his arm. “Tell me.”

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