Page 30 of The Monster's Obsession
“Well, I’m not sure how long kraken eggs incubate for, but I would like to get the two of you moved in before the babies are born.” Saber looks at Laz. “Preferably before then.”
“Yeah, so…” Laz chuckles. “I can give you an estimate, but the eggs don’t really work like a normal human or shifter pregnancy. A lot of it depends on how many eggs are implanted. My mom gestated almost an entire year for solo births. Six months with twins, so I think we’re looking at four or five months. But her body will signal to the eggs when it’s safe to grow, so if Vivie takes a little extra time to emotionally adapt to the idea of motherhood, it could be longer.”
“What?” I croak. “So I could house these eggs for months before they even start to develop?”
Laz grimaces. “Sorry, precious. That part is all up to you.”
Okay, so how do I tell the eggs that I’m ready for them to start growing?
Chapter Eleven
Laz
Things move quickly over the next several weeks. Vivie and I return to our apartments to pack while Saber hires movers for the big items. The landlord keeps things, like the dressers, couches, and tables that Saber’s house would have no need for.
Our newfound throuple is able to stay relatively under the radar once we all return to The Den. Mostly because everyone is so focused on the fact Vivie now carries my eggs, which also gives the perfect excuse for why we’ve transitioned to only doing shows together.
Saber still monitors our performances, and he doesn’t struggle, since it’s only the two of us. Although, I do believe he occasionally makes a point of trying to outdo me once we get home.
I don’t mind.
It’s all in good fun.
Mostly I’m waiting for them to finally bond.
It’s coming…
They’re both just stubborn as shit.
Another entire week passes, and while Aline begins to show obvious signs of her pregnancy with Hex’s eggs, Vivie does not.
It’s been over three weeks since they were implanted, and the only thing that keeps me from panicking is that my kraken can sense the eggs.
He’s confident they’re healthy. Her body just hasn’t signaled to them that it’s time for the shell of the egg to fully dissolve, which would allow them to begin to grow.
Some things in life require patience, and that is normally one of my strong suits, but I find I’m struggling not to rush this one particular thing.
Saber comes in regularly on his nights off to monitor mine and Vivie’s shows. He tends to stick close to her, so I’m not sure why he’s hovering around watching me check the padding on the barrier of the aquatic tank.
Jumping down off the railing, I land in a crouch. “What’s up?”
He scratches his jaw and frowns. “The eggs still aren’t progressing.”
I shrug, standing. “We can’t force her to be emotionally ready. It’s something that has to click within her.”
He nods, and his long, dark hair falls around his face. “I get that, but I think there’s more to it.”
I quirk an eyebrow, waiting for him to go on.
“It all leads back to why she freaked out on you the night you planted the eggs,” he says slowly. His eyes get a faraway look, and I continue to wait. I’m about to step over and shake his ass when he finally goes on. “And I think it all goes back tohim.”
“Himwho, exactly?”
“Whoever took her sense of smell. My sentinel side can sense her pain, but I’m not an angel. I don’t have the ability to heal those memories. Maybe Malice could take them from her?”
My head shakes. “That would be up to her. We just have to wait for the point in time when she’s ready to fully share whatever happened to her in Faere.”
“Yeah, see, we took that route for almost a month. I’ve been gently soothing her with my sentinel gifts, but whatever ugliness she has in her past is buried deep.” He glances around at the stage. “That doesn’t even account for the guilt she’s still experiencing over freaking out on you.” He rubs his hands together. “I think I have an idea.”
