Page 3 of My Haven
“Hell yeah! Gimme gimme!” she held out her hands.
Brennus was about to place a box in her lap when Ryuu intercepted it. “Let me check the sugar content first.”
Ryuu examined the brownies. “One per day. You’ve been sensitive to sugar these past couple weeks.” He passed the box to Meryn.
“I know, in the logic part of my brain, you’re doing this because you care, but damn it all! I’m feeling bullied!”
Ryuu knelt down beside her. “I would give you the world if I could. Just a few more weeks, then you can have whatever you want.”
The queen pulled Brennus to sit down next to her, both wore concerned expressions. The queen turned to Ryuu. “She didn’t have any restrictions when she was in Éire Danu, what has changed?”
Amelia rushed to her side and sat down in the closest chair, Darian not far behind.
“Meryn, are you okay?” she asked.
Ryuu stood and exchanged looks with Aiden. He turned back to the queen. “We are taking extra precautions asdenkais at the end of her pregnancy. Some things are affecting her more.”
Meryn nodded absently as she opened her box and carefully selected a brownie. “Yeah, without Ryuu, I probably woulda died.”
“What!” Brennus roared.
“Why were we not told?” the queen demanded.
Amelia simply reached over the chair’s arm to wrap her arms around Meryn’s neck. “She’s okay right?” she said, sounding shrill.
Darian stood and rubbed her back soothingly. “She’s okay, my love. You know Ryuu takes excellent care of her.”
Meryn calmly broke a brownie in half and shoved it in Amelia’s mouth. Her big-sister cousin, sat back, a surprised expression on her face while she chewed.
“Evidently my genius fae-human DNA and his fuzzy bear stuff made a high maintenance kiddo,” Meryn explained.
Ryuu sighed. “Low iron, so anemia. We’ve also been managing the start of sugar sensitivity and fluctuations in blood pressure, which Adam thinks may be the start of gestational diabetes and preeclampsia. So far, we’ve been fortunate to avoid anything serious from actually developing.”
Meryn smiled at her squire. “He feels terrible for being the bad guy all the time, but it’s kept me healthy. I don’t know where I’d be without him.”
Brennus stood and began pacing. “If returning to Éire Danu is out of the question, then I want every healer we can find camped out on your front lawn.”
Meryn watched her uncle’s agitated steps and she felt something like butterflies around her heart. This is what she had missed growing up. “We have Rheia and Anne here, that’s a doctor and nurse in house.”
Brennus looked toward the door. “Both are excellent at what they do, but you need specialists and probably machines.”
Aiden sat down nodding. “Gavriel wants an army of doctors here too, as does Colton. Rheia and Beth are also with child.”
Meryn fought the urge to roll her eyes. Up until her recent issues she had been perfectly healthy. Beth and Rheia looked way better than her in their pregnancies. The heifers. “We’re fine.” She eyed the room and decided to turn the conversation back to why they were there. “Where are we with Storm Keep?”
The queen turned from watching Brennus pace and ignored his antics. “Geon is reporting business as usual from within the city. It’s almost like the citizens either don’t know or don’t care about the broken alliance. The only change is the now normalized patrols from the council enforcers. They seem to be more impossible to deal with than ever before. It is like pulling teeth to work with them for the simplest of things.”
Meryn wracked her brain. “Geon? Who dat again?”
Her aunt smiled. “The fae Elder Council member for Storm Keep. Geon Vi’Ilrey.”
Meryn looked around and Pip handed her, her laptop. She opened it up and started scrolling through her notes. “Geon Vi’Ilrey, fae elder, Uncle Marshall is the witch elder, Arnaud Barrat is the vampire elder, and Kal Galloway is the shifterelder.” She looked up. “I know Uncle Marshall went back when we left, any news from him?”
Brennus finally sat back down next to his mate. “More of what we already know.” He sighed. “You may want to send your uncle antacids and Prozac. I can’t imagine working with a ruling body in your city that doesn’t respect your Elder status.”
“If they ignore their Founding and Noble family members, is that such a huge surprise?” a deep voice asked from the doorway.
“Hey Kendrick, pop a squat,” Meryn said, pointing to the sofa.
