Page 47 of Fated Moons
“Tell him yourself.”She arched a brow. “Dad, Jackson wants to tell you something.”
“He never left the room, did he?” Her father chuckled. “What is it, son?”
Jackson cleared his throat. “If your other three daughters are part of this legend, their mates would have crossed paths with them during childhood. All of this is a ripple effect. I don’t think Amanda and I are in the clear until the witch who cast a spell onme has been apprehended. Once that happens, the next phase of the coming of the witch and wizard fairies will begin.”
“And that’s what scares me, son. You, Amanda, and my grandchild won’t be safe until all four pairings are complete.”
“Oh my God. I can’t sit here and listen to people talking about me being pregnant when we literally just had?—”
“Don’t say it, young lady,” her father interrupted.
“You brought it up.” She huffed, folding her arms across her chest, which shifted the sheet, reminding her she was naked. She tugged the covers to her chin.
Jackson groaned. “It’s late. We need to call Trask. Maybe he’ll have some insight.”
“Why don’t you let me do that,” her dad said. “Instead, you take care of my daughter.”
“Okay. I will.” Jackson tapped the screen, setting the phone aside. “Well, that was fun. Not.”
“Can you really tell if I’m with child just by smelling me?”
Jackson nodded. “Only, it’s too soon. In the morning, I’ll know.” He shimmied out of his jeans and snuggled in close.
“Being pregnant might make it difficult to make that movie,” she whispered.
“The film is the least of my concerns.”
“It was your big comeback and my shot at a breakout.”
“There will be other opportunities.” He kissed her temple. “Don’t ever forget that I’ll always be there for you. Whatever your hopes and dreams, they’re mine now too. Whatever it is you want, it’s my responsibility to help make it happen. Now close your eyes and try to get some sleep.”
She let out a long breath. “What about your dreams?”
“Babe, they belong to you now.”
11
Jackson slipped from the king-sized bed, careful not to disturb Amanda. He stood at the side of the bed, hiking up his jeans, and stared at her for a long moment. Her thick hair pooled on the pillow. She lay on her side, one hand resting where he’d been sleeping. He rubbed his chest. His heart tightened.
She was his world.
His everything.
And the new life she carried he wanted more than he could express.
The early morning light peeked through the curtains. Daybreak was a little over an hour away.
She stretched. “Jackson?”
“I’m right here.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead.
“What time is it?” She blinked open her eyes, curling her fingers around his neck, tugging him closer.
He caved to his mate’s wishes and eased beside her warm body. There were no longer any lingering doubts about where he belonged. Or what his purpose had come to mean. He would die trying to protect her—and his family—and the future of the changing world.
“It’s too early for you to be awake. Go back to sleep, my love. I’ll bring you some coffee in an hour or so.”
“Hmmmm. I could get used to that.” She pressed her lips against the side of his neck. “It’s weird that this is all so familiar. All so comfortable. Part of me wants to slow it down. But something tells me that’s impossible.” She draped her arm and leg over his body. Her sharp nails danced up and down his chest, tickling his skin and making it impossible for him to leave her side.
