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“Speak of Frost crawling out of the pit,” Crilus nodded across the grass. “Your dragon is coming over here.”
“He’s bringing food. He doesn’t think I eat enough to support a growing stone,” I grinned. “He’s bringing two plates.”
“Thought you two might be hungry,” he said, handing off the plates piled high with catered food from one of the companies Medwin Moonscale, the first mate of the Moonscale Dragon Flight, used for his large gatherings. They’d outdone themselves on providing a variety of foods. Morvan handed me a large plate piled high with spaghetti and Crilus one filled with foods that reminded me of a Yuletide dinner.
“You remembered,” he laughed.
“Remembered what?” I asked, looking between the two.
“I once told Morvan I could eat Yule every day,” Crilus laughed and some of the tension he’d been holding onto fled his shoulders.
“I try,” Morvan grinned and sat down in the grass in front of us.
Soon one by one, our other guests made their ways over to where we sat. If anyone had a problem with Crilus being there, they didn’t make it obvious. Then again, no one liked to piss off a pregnant carrier.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Morvan
The night after our mating feast, I dreamt that Cutter showed up in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm. The storm had frightened him so much that he couldn’t stay in the Other World and had to come to where he knew he’d be safe. He shook like a wet cat as we loaned him pjs and tucked him into our bed with us for safe keeping. The next morning when I woke up, he wasn’t there. I peeked under the blankets to double check.
“Whatcha doing?” Rho yawned.
“I think it might’ve been a dream,”my dragon chimed into my thoughts.
“Did Cutter show up during the storm last night?”
“Yeah. He’s---” Rho said and looked under the blanket too. “Not here.”
“Was it a dream? Did you like mating link pop into my dream or something?” I asked but Rho was already up and stealing the blankets.
“He’s not that small. We’d notice if there was another man in bed with us,” I laughed.
“Don’t move!” he pointed a finger at me.
“Huh? Is there a spider?” I blinked and looked around the bed, trying to discern where the threat came from.
Very slowly my mate raised both hands up to face level and showed me their backs. I swallowed hard and my heart fell into my stomach. The stone had fallen off! Where was our baby? My heart shot back up and skipped a few beats as I fought off the urge to pop up like bread out of a toaster. The baby had to be somewhere in bed if it had fallen off in the middle of the night.
“Just hold still,” he said, motioning with both hands for me to stay where I was. “I will find the baby. Just don’t move. It’s not like we can squash a rock, but I don’t want the baby knocked off the bed and kicked around even if they can’t be hurt yet.”
Yet. The word hung in the air. One day our child would grow up and have to face the world and all the bullshit it brought with it.
“And all the good stuff too,” Rho reminded me, picking up my thoughts over our mating link. “How about we worry about assholes later. Right now, let’s just focus on finding the kid.”
“I think I feel something by my toes,” I said.
“Don’t move, damn it! Stop wiggling around! Don’t even move a toe!” He said, his voice growing in pitch with his worry.
“Sorry,” I winced.
His scent turned to panic and everything inside me wanted to explode with a fiery roar. Only, that helped nothing. So, I watched helplessly as my mate told me not to move and removed the bedding piece by piece.
“What is this?” he asked, holding up a claw a second later.
“That’s what I felt by my foot,” I said. “I think Cutter was here.”
“Do you think he took the baby?” Rho asked.
