Page 61 of The Naga

"Do you feel okay?"

"Y-yeah," Dustin answered, his voice a little hoarse.

"You shouldn't be getting sick, not with how strong our bond is," I said, and Dustin frowned. The mating bond grew stronger the closer we grew emotionally, and our bond had locked into place a while ago. The completed bond meant that Dustin was supposed to be free of human illnesses and aging.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." I licked my lips, and my eyes automatically slid to his stomach. He followed my gaze, and a gasp slipped past his lips.

"Do you think I'm pregnant?" Dustin asked, and I bit my lip. I didn't want to raise his hopes, but there was also no other logical reason for his sudden sickness.

"It's possible," I ended up saying, and his eyes widened as his palm pressed against his stomach.

I wrapped an arm around his waist as he swayed unsteadily, and he leaned into me. I could hear his heart thundering, and I glanced down at him, worried. "Do you need to lie down?"

Dustin shook his head, then glanced up at me. "I need pregnancy tests. I need to know for sure."

I met his eyes and knew we weren't going anywhere until he did the test. Nodding, I led him back to the downstairs bedroom and made him sit.

"I'm gonna get my phone and ask Touya to get you some test kits, okay?"

Dustin nodded silently, and I hurried upstairs, my mind whirling with worry. Grabbing my phone, I quickly dialed Touya's number and explained the situation, grateful I had friends I could depend on in situations like this.

Five minutes later—he must've asked the headmaster for a portal to be so quick—Touya knocked at my door. I took theshopping bag he held out, and thanked him for his help, impatient to get back to my mate.

"Good luck," Touya wished with a smile before he took off, and I closed the door, rushing back to my mate.

"Do you want me to be with you?" I asked as I handed him the tests, and he shook his head, then rose up on his tiptoes to kiss me.

He was in there for a few minutes, and I tried to focus on anything but our thundering hearts. I wanted to be in there, to be holding him as we found out if we were going to be dads or not.

"Khush?" Dustin called, and I was in the bathroom before he'd finished speaking.

He'd lined up the tests on the sink counter, and he pressed himself against me, burying his face in my chest.

"It takes two minutes. I can't look."

I squeezed him to me, then turned my eyes on the test. "Don't worry. I'll tell you what they say."

Dustin

My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest, and my mind was completely blank. I'd worried for a while that even though I wanted to be a dad, I'd freak out and regret the decision once I actually got pregnant, that it would be too difficult.

But now, as I prayed for those tests to turn positive, I realized that it didn't matter. I'd take getting misgendered and having to go off HRT, and having my body change for a chance to be a dad, to have a kid that was part me and part Khush.

Khush sucked in a sharp breath, and I buried my face tighter in his chest, my breath catching in my throat as I waited to hear the results.

"It's positive," Khush mumbled, then pulled back so he could look at me, a wide smile on his face. "It's positive!"

Tears filled my eyes, and I threw my arms around his neck as he grabbed my ass and pulled me up, slamming his lips against mine. Distantly, I remembered I'd just puked my guts out, but Khush didn't seem to care as he kissed me, and I wrapped my legs around him, clinging on for dear life.

"We're gonna be dads," I mumbled against his mouth, and he gave a thick, wet laugh, making me realize I wasn't the only emotional one.

A loud sound from outside caught my ear, and my brows furrowed as I tried to figure out what it was.

"Uh, so we won't need to tell anyone," Khush said, a look of defeat on his face. "That's Silas out there shouting his ass off."

I chuckled, then buried my face in his neck as I lost the battle with my tears. They were happy tears, though, so I let them flow, and Khush cradled me in his arms as I cried, rocking me gently. Fuck, he was going to be so good with our kid.

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