Page 87 of Cathmoir's Sons

“Quality time with ... what are we calling him?”

“Hmm. Uncle? Godfather? No, Godfather’s all wrong.”

“Demondaddy?” Law suggests.

I chuckle wickedly, thinking of the various reactions the first time either of us calls Baron Ash “demondaddy.”

“Did you know Kellan’s friend Rachel calls Lords ‘daddy’?” Law asks. “Like, all the time.”

“And?”

Law grins. “Caileán called me ‘daddy’ once. It was hot.”

It doesn’t do anything for me. But it drives me crazy when Rho calls me “kit,” so each to their own. “Should we get her to do it again?” I ask.

We’ve been taking it easy with Kellan—both in her unawakened and awakened states—in bed so far. That’s been down to the uncertainty of our relationship with her. But I know Rho and Law both dominate Kellan in bed and I’m hopeful our group activities will soon reflect that dynamic.

“Fuck, yeah,” Law says. “And I think we need to start easing her into the idea of pregnancy. She mentioned yesterday that her breasts were sore. I’m not sure when her menses are due, but it won’t be long before she realizes she’s late. I want to plant the idea that she’s kittering while reassuring her that her mates aren’t just behind her but are as excited as it’s possible to be.”

“Are we?” I ask.

Law stops and grips my arm. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“I just didn’t expect to be a father before I’m twenty-three.”

“I promise it won’t derail your studies. I know you want another degree or two?—”

“I don’t care about degrees,” I explain. “I want to be out in the world doing what Kellan does,at her side. How are we going to recover the world’s lost treasures when she’s pregnant? When we’re new parents?”

Law frowns and his mind swirls with shock that I’d be questioning our good fortune in having such a fertile mate. “There are four of us. We can handle a kit between us.” He squeezes my arm. “Lu, do you really not want kits? You don’t have to be involved in raising them if you don’t want to be.”

“Of course I want to be involved. She’sourmate. They’reourkits. You always promised me that. I just didn’t think it would be so soon. I thought we’d have years.”

“No one’s promised another minute, much less tomorrow.” Kellan’s soft voice interrupts us. We spin around. How did she sneak up on us? No one sneaks up on a Cait. “I meant it when I told my class that.”

Aine peeks her head around Kellan where our mate’s leaning against the corner of the corridor leading to the Library. She grins, then hides behind Kellan again. Troublemaker.

Law’s face falls. “This isn’t-what did you hear?”

“That you’ve been doing a lot more than scissoring and Kellan’s knocked up!” Aine chirps from behind our mate.

Kellan chuckles.

Law lets go of my arm, strides over to Kellan, and wraps his arms around her. “This isn’t the way I wanted to tell you.”

She tips her head back and nips his chin. “I thought we weren’t keeping any more secrets?”

“We’re not. I wanted to ease you into it. You just forgave us. We had our first group date. You introduced us to your friends. We cost you your job. A lot’s happened in the last two days, much less two months. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Kellan suddenly sags in Law’s arms, her eyes rolling back in her head. He bends his knees to take her weight and eases her to the ground, propping her back against the corridor wall.

“Kellan? Kellan, love, are you okay? Lu, I think she’s fainted?—”

She reaches up and flicks the tip of his nose with her claws. “I’m not a delicate flower, Law. You don’t have to coddle me.”

Law rocks back on his haunches. For a moment, he just stares at her. Then he begins to laugh.

“But I like coddling you,” he protests.

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